Bombs In Our Minds Poem by Madrason .
Bombs In Our Minds
Rating: ★4.0
I throw a last trunk
in the open fire
some seeds are left
but no desire
I know I have to sleep
so keep up till
just another day
the soil is frozen
trough the bones
it's permafrost
and at which cost
will whispers find
it's abalones
it's hopes
heaped
in ashes
dries
a dog
snatching
from the heat
it's last piece
of burnt meat.
01 02 2015 Madrason
Sunday, February 1, 2015
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4/18/2024 10:34:50 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Aloha Madrason writer... I am there... feel the last embers flare... and boy does this scrap of meat taste good! The Duke's Forest? Is this Grand? I wonder if Jheronimus van Aken could paint words? A truly good post... and I toss my dime at ya! All of the best from this life, to you, and all of your relations... Michaelw1two (read all of me)