Crouching at the Door

Crouching at the Door

A Poem by Nick Granger

Cain

The artist

Disinherited

Master of ceremonies

 

The phantom wishes to write

No words

Although you read them

 

Gurgling

Death rattling

A current; a river

Or perhaps

     the currency of blood

     called shame and sin and life

 

And evil

And obey

And self

     not diminishing

 

Just a cat

Scratching

Postmodern

Clawless

 

 

[This is for public viewing, though not to be of profit to anyone but myself.]

© 2009 Nick Granger


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Added on July 24, 2009
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