Black
rider close to home.
Hail,
closer. Here’s my tongue.
Taste this vision
hold the cup
scratch this down
when you wake up
Find the words
on the plaque
it’s awful quiet
going black
If it’s
over what has come?
Silhouetted
against the moon.
The poem was very musical and fluid. What significance do the photos hold in the poem?
ReplyDeleteNone. I seldom theme my posts like that. Thanks for coming through. J.
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