The Click of HealsA Poem by E.H. MonroeBeware dear Oz, For I am thy undoing!Considered step upon the bricks of gold, Their broken souls I’ve buried under mire, My voice of embers sets the muck on fire, Locasta’s tears reflect as Oz unfolds. The field of poppies genuflects in fear His Rusted tin in pieces, sprayed in grief Lay Skinned, his hide hangs on emerald leaf The Flying monkeys stroke the sky’s frontier She runs, her crystal slippers no defense Into a nightmare waking into blood. The Green to dust, the scarecrow’s remnants shown To reveal the hopeless wish. The presence Of the wizard’s deal. Her form chewed by mud. Reminder that there is no place that’s home © 2011 E.H. Monroe
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24 Reviews Added on June 3, 2011 Last Updated on June 3, 2011 AuthorE.H. Monroehate your f*****g guts, NJAboutS**t eating fuckbag of the crapocalypse. Dystopian Bard and general word rapist. like me here, and i'll kiss you on the face.. http://www.facebook.com/pages/EH-Monroe/226600554032025 Its here .. more..Writing
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