Sunday, June 10, 2012

Sneering Crow

I am lost in the quiet 
         before the storm
Woe to the 
     babbling damned who
meander the desolate
     woodland with the petrified trees
            My smile stolen
by the mannequin
      on the back of the crow
Who only visits
     to sneer
              at my crumbled hole

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