cornerstone – Darren Thomas



Your crow

So black

You could murder the night

The gash in nature

So profound


My scream won’t surface


All the soldiers

At the market

Threw down their stares

And replaced them with rotting vegetables


Your kingfisher

So bright

You could steal the stars

The laughter in the sun

So cavernous


My voice grows stilts


They marched through the town

Children clinging to their grins

Threading hope

And finger nail envy


Your ostrich

So shy

You could taste the dust

The sweating earth

Giving up its treasures


My words congeal on the shore





~ by londonsurrealistgroup on May 28, 2007.

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