Crow Feet Opera Shift Poem by Emerson Roberts

Crow Feet Opera Shift



Are we a flesh
Aria stripped
Candle light fragrant smoke
Shiny makeup in the front row
The subject of the Civil War
Is deposited on the floor
And shimmies back through rows
Like a group sneeze
Then back to the texts of forgetting
A weak mist deposited
On the face of broken rock
And honor strewn temple rubble

Saturday, April 23, 2011
Topic(s) of this poem: history
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Emerson Roberts

Emerson Roberts

Charlottesville Virginia
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