Friday, June 28, 2013


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


Jackie said...

It's nice to see your words again. They move me from afar. Always. Glad you're back.

Jackie said...

It's nice to read your words again. You always choose the perfect amount and they have a lasting effect. Profound and haunting.

White Rose said...

Thanks Jackie! :)