jeudi 19 avril 2012

what i heard

for meena

the cold wind brings a chill to my arms
though the sun is shining on the trees
and my heart beats like the wings of geese
breaking the skies in a hundred alarms

a wonderous and a dreadful sound
like trumpets of archangels come
to open the seals and release the scum
that tears at my heels like an angry hound

the dark and noxious day has come
the floodgates are opening into the sea
setting the radioelements free
to which the hearts of children succomb

oh greed oh ambition oh carelessness
that drove this race of men and bombs
while back on my porch my sweaty palms
reveal the thing i must confess

i am she who steals the breath
yes i am she who summons death

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