Tuesday, September 9, 2008

Poem: The Heron

Here's a dark one for you.

The Heron

( cypress skies; the lands of bounty
twirling swirling chaos
it went like this:
she saw the light
but the heron cared
not for it
he simply
distraught and confused
lunar people
knelt down
and prayed for the end of times
the burning cities
lit up the horizon
it was beautiful. )

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