Crouching at the DoorA Poem by Nick GrangerCain 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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