It's hard to know when it began
a sharp right where truth met
sharpened nails
The silver flashes of talking heads
their words bear
the sickening sweet smell
of corruption
A murder of crows
have gathered at our House
their dark maws ever devouring
Wake us from this complacency
shake us into a million pieces of light
the world is waiting
by Sherry Obsheatz
3 comments:
It's nice to see your words again. They move me from afar. Always. Glad you're back.
It's nice to read your words again. You always choose the perfect amount and they have a lasting effect. Profound and haunting.
Thanks Jackie! :)
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