Thursday, June 9, 2011

Awake, Asleep-Carrion

Second for the sunrise
Position by the shed
Earliest worm
Has gone to bed

Even the grizzly fang
Has a smile disguised
Even though rotten, stained
Somewhere a trickling bubbles inside

Ruffians, from underneath
Crawling beneath
Soil, silt and clay
Perhaps hidden for many a day

A cavity for the flourished root
Leeching truth
A raven, dark yet pure
Circling, emulating
Patterns playing in the vulture’s head

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