Indian Talks Fire Poem by Bull Hawking
Indian Talks Fire
Phantom yellow leaping
Flying fish
Offspring of the sun
Born grown gone
Spirit of the log
Emptying out....emptying out
Emptying out till all that's left
Is a glowing eye
Starts in such a rush
Ends in stubborn stare
But wherendo you go
To the stars
To the stars
Thursday, December 4, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: afterlife
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