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Saturday, September 4, 2010

September drabbles - 4

Dark tunnel, creeping,
Wet stones weeping,
Footsteps are seeping
Like mud into sand.

Explosive is fragile
As murder in hand
And it burns him. His breathing
Is fire. Will the world understand?

Captured imprisoned
They slaughter the guy
And we burn him in effigy
Wondering why.

Red glare tomorrow
Star-covered sorrow
Of bonfires returning
With games and we can’t understand.

Round-eyed with laughter
Dazed ever after
Where flames touch the rafters
And mud slips to sand.

Dark shadows weep where
The wet stone is seeping
Like blood on the water
Thoughts scattered like fire-splattered sky
Or like mud into sand.

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