Saturday, June 13, 2009



See there
What is that?
It stirs, jerking
Beneath the crust
Writhing like a black snake,
An unsightly, giant worm
Choking on the earth

Beads of blood form
Mixed with soil
Like dull rubies
Struggling to shine
The rocks cut and
The sticks pierce
It’s thick skin
But nothing kills it

It’s cries are painful
Yet precious
Like echoes of music from
A time before Time
Chasing a dry wind
Over acres of dirt
In a world of sleep
Searching for open eyes
And attentive ears

It sings a song
Of aching
Like a ghost
Wanting a body


That it was once human

Humming a lullabye
In rememberance


A eulogy
For the death of


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