death (Remove filter)
MQ-9
seen through the columns of rising smoke
the intention couldn't be clearer
while the tattooed roads wear the organic stains
as footholds for a memory of fallen phosphor rain
yet more caustic the harvest we reap
from the drone-grown, crone wept bones
even as the stone groves grow over the dead hope of
the pebble eyed children in their dreamless sleep
...
Tuesday 16th April 2013 9:59 pm
Foundations
the blocks of childhood
solid, set square in red brick,
yet from the start porous, lined
by a cancerous quick
so soon perished
barely noticed we chalk one up
then tally them daily
our stars of awe and wonder
in diligent swathes
until the toehold twists
and the road falls away
when the choked black
fear stacked Sunday Psalms
choose today
(a...
Sunday 26th August 2012 11:00 am
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