cornerstone – Darren Thomas

Cornerstone

  

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

 

 

  

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~ by londonsurrealistgroup on May 28, 2007.

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