24 Nov

Light fragments of hollow framed night
Bird sits alone in drug like ecstasy
Sugar sense and caverns of existence
Killing, men placed in rows, across a mirror
Of the earth, too precise, too neat
Killers, snuffing out fragments of the frame, the life force
One by one, line by line, as if to cough
Through the barrel of a gun
The frame of light is gone
The darkness may, will, bleed to cover
The whole canvas

May 1, 1987

©1986-2011 Stratherrick Publishers (ASCAP) all rights reserved

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