Sunday, October 30, 2011

Internment

& fallen angels are crying
For the length of the storm
Then it’s over like a life left
Unborn ‘til the tree is bare
Of leaves covered in wind
& weightless concerns with
Out knowing who passes
By nor recognized of place
In a world that’s stopped
Mid revolution in a reversal
Of fortune while the lonely
Fiddle saws a sorrowful
Lament & old bones tap
Dance on a stage built of
Gnarled roots & regret as
You reap so have you
Sown so are you
Alone

KE

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