Inscrutable gaze of a coin-faced Moon
The sonorous cry of a lark felled in June
I spilled forth from my window like ribbons of paint
My blood running ragged, no hint of restraint
•♾•
Comporting myself as a helix of cells
I flew towards the clang of insidious bells
Beneath skies so deprived of their prodigal Sun
Stood a beast made of meat I had long come to shun
•♾•
Its texture was that of a coarsely purled knit
Gnashing teeth may describe it as 25-grit
Draping ears kissed the pavement; a nose grazed my own
Though the skull remained orbless, its vacancies shone
•♾•
I scaled graying flanks and gathered the reins
Said monster of sinew, my guide 'cross the Plains
On Highway 13, we encountered a sign
Woodstock
10 Miles
A faint yellow line
•♾•
Our path, wholly blocked by a cadre, a fright
Their flesh, that of paper; their grins, born of spite
May we pass? I implored, every nerve red and raw
You shan't hissed their leader, still whetting its maw
•♾•
This army of corpses, I've since come to see
Had eyes carved from jade
They were copies—
All me
About the Creator
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Wow - I love your choice of words and imagery throughout this. Such surprising but always so fitting choices. It's one that makes you think for sure! Lovely piece, thank you for sharing!!