ours, still
by strangetantrum
Posted: Monday, May 24, 2004 Word Count: 44 Summary: a first poem. |
ours, still:
eyes,
unwound,
thread
fractured blue horizons through monuments
of fisted bone. a fugitive rage has exhausted speech.
jaws, heat-
cracked,
exhume
a compound waste. here, hunger feeds only on itself.
of yet human form, enciphered
ruins, horror-
worn, remain.
it is enough.
eyes,
unwound,
thread
fractured blue horizons through monuments
of fisted bone. a fugitive rage has exhausted speech.
jaws, heat-
cracked,
exhume
a compound waste. here, hunger feeds only on itself.
of yet human form, enciphered
ruins, horror-
worn, remain.
it is enough.