Black Eye AutomaticA Poem by WarrickOne of December's Epitaph(s); 2009.Grin; despite split lips. And kill with the first blow. Gnash the teeth. Never bow. Against the grain, we go. Straight from the maw. Like blood, words flow. We'll stand. Until time curves. Swallows itself whole. We'll fight. Carve the stones. Deface the walls. We'll scream. Like dogs. On the hunt and striking low. Tearing on horizon's line. Bleed the sun. Bite the sky. Black eye; automatic. Cut down. To the marrow of a bone. No expiration date. Upon the soul. © 2009 Warrick |
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1 Review Added on December 2, 2009 AuthorWarrickORAboutJust. Another. Drifting face. Hovering below the atmosphere; learning to drown in air. more..Writing
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