Tuesday, November 6, 2012

Something Died

 Something died
and nobody cared,
a shroud of flies gathered
and nothing washed the body.
It lay silently
 without sweet incense
rising like a prayer;
or flowers weeping tender
silently turning
into cries of desperation
it was an end of something
an era . . . or a dream . .
and hope flew away on
wings of steel blades . ..
each stroke a slash
on a stilling heart;
dark red were the skies
crystal drops
of silent tears 
falling, falling


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