Sunday, November 21, 2010


The heavy noon air thick with gadflys
persuaded by sun to hold her down
Earth trembling beneath greedy eyes
beautiful in that sordid trance

Soldiers on the afternoon trek
trampling on the dreams of a green meadow
the treasure belonged to the children
now taken away by precious hatred

The men nod slowly, under their breath
greetings of solitude and melancholy fear
take another sip of moonshine
drench your mind with silver
drink deeply the agent of your misfortunes

away in the trees, beneath the fiery leaves of Autumn
the stars look down upon you with great pity
waiting to pick up the pieces, splintered, shattered

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