Oh hark-Horror sings!A Poem by The Elder Pine
Dinner bell-one way ticket
Into the fires of hell
Freedom-wring!
Shot gun blast
Dead on the floor
Cold and disheveled
Poor and anemic
The soul sees no more
Captured in a lead cloud
As death chant read
Aloft and aloud
The horror!
If only you saw
The carnage –
The purgatory
Plague of nights
Buck shot-the many shards
Befalling man and his dream
© 2008 The Elder PineReviews
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4 Reviews Added on March 11, 2008 AuthorThe Elder PineDeath Valley, PAAboutWriting is my savior. It has become my outlet and my release, as well as my greatest passion. I dream of a career as a poet, possibly sprinkling in a few novels along the way. I operate on two levels.. more..Writing
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