City Poetry:Dawn's City

Listening to the American Prayer by Jim Morrison

The music thuds out the tinted windows.

A small space in a shattered time.

His voice I hear, and then mingling,

I find mine.

 

I shake my hair before my eyes.

To toss crimson curls to the side.

Smiling, as I hear his voice caressing

Mine.

 

"Indians scattered on Dawn's Highway, bleeding."

 

I stare from above onto the land which

We claim to be a City.

Ghosts crowd my view.

As the Shaman enters the

Weary soul....

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[Gavin Keary]

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