Wednesday, May 30, 2012
Silent night kissed away the deaths
As ashes divided themselves in battle
Blowing into shapes of ghosts.
Toiling, the bystanders and lovers came
To look for those they’d lost.
No sun rose as earth buried in dust,
Which was once sweet baby breath
Growing on free rolling open hillside.
The roar of voices resounded
Like children who do not know
And grasped the safe things they could hold.
Those who thought they knew suffered most
For their eyes refused to see
Beyond the sullen ocean current
Beyond the passionate blood engaged.
And the shape-shifters beckoned fools
Lustfully hoarding thin air for themselves;
Coming back as do marauders to
Feast on nothingness again.
It took days of searching pockets to find it hiding there
But when it broke it sent a voice to fill up hollow soul.
A passer-byers thunderous song
A whisper in the gale.
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