Where Winged Things BeatA Poem by JRHis growing instability… his loss of worth he finds no joy in living we watched while the world consumed him Here, we live in the meadow here we live in the sun here we live where winged things beat here with the lion and the lamb here we live in the wind But there… there in the shade where no wind blows his growing instability there among the briar and brush his loss of worth his mind the branch bare leaves stripped his guts the tangled star thistle we watched we watched while the world consumed him There is no fear in the sun where winged things beat with the lamb and the lion there is no uncertainty in the meadow the wind always blows from the north But there… there in the shade and stone where no wings beat where the path runs at a different angle the dirt exposed and black the clutch of root and the crawl of insect there are predators, lean there are claws and teeth and sting and eat there is only darkness only shade and his growing instability Our tongues bound we did nothing our fingers tapping our mouths grimace we did nothing our eyes wide f*****g open staring like a corpse, wilted we did nothing feet of stone and coffin hands television static and gasoline tears we did nothing… Someone goddamn someone good lord someone goddamn someone else should have done something we watched while the world consumed him © 2019 JR |
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Added on August 19, 2019 Last Updated on August 19, 2019 AuthorJRPlacerville, CAAboutWriting again Interesting times to be living in, kind of a cool time to be a writer and documenting the world. more..Writing
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