Between
Fire, growing from the earth
the world is bleeding,
The silence, tip
into another space where
shouting
then peace.
Jarhead
waitwaitwaitwait
no not now
The camel, smell, crisp ends where it got too close, to something
pungent, burnt hair
nothing but sand
white light
dark rain, seeps into the cracks, all the cracks
waitwaitwaitwait
And go home.
the world is bleeding,
The silence, tip
into another space where
shouting
then peace.
Jarhead
waitwaitwaitwait
no not now
The camel, smell, crisp ends where it got too close, to something
pungent, burnt hair
nothing but sand
white light
dark rain, seeps into the cracks, all the cracks
waitwaitwaitwait
And go home.
posted by Echo at 1:05 AM
4 Comments:
Come them home. all of them from every where.
blogger screwed EVERYBODY's work up yesterday. I rarely remove posts Elva.
The walking man said ....
"Come them home. all of them from every where."
But Blogger lost his comment. I am reposting it as it touched me deeply, thanks walking man. Would but that could be.
Lovely poem
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