scorch

[Dastrix Slogan]

animals dig deep
in the coarse wet ground
unearthing secrets buried
beneath cool white stones

men wait low in the woods
skulking
on machines where there would be arms
watching
with lamps where there should be eyes

dirty wood and plastic
burn from rusted iron barrels
poison smoke billows through dark narrow streets
where the outcast gather in our minds

we are late for the handout line
no more souls to go round
no more souls oiling brown paper bags
to stain our hands with tonight

so we will go without

tomorrow we shall curse the sky
that mirrors our emptiness
and scorch the ground in our fury

 

[smoothchili]

Thats cool

 

[RareForm]

men wait low in the woods
skulking
on machines where there would be arms
watching
with lamps where there should be eyes

amazing. good to see you.

 

[Psychedelics_r_best]

sweet poem.

 

[Pantomime7]

Great poem. I love your writing....keep it up.

 

[cherub]

very vividely done,,, great work