A Night in the DesertA Poem by Shawn PurcellSlow creaking, Whispering
voices praying in the distance For the
annihilation Of religion To come before They meet their
end. Paper pushed
across a desk. Words glanced
upon and forgotten. Newspaper headlines
And short lived
lives Intertwined Into a cache of
coins from different Currencies. Dry lines Of ancient blood Buried leagues Beneath the
violent sand storms Run as though
replenished By oxygen in the
veins of their kin As God’s word in
the hearts of his. Slow creaking, Loud footsteps nearing
close; Closer. And pass by Like a platoon
of rain clouds. © 2013 Shawn PurcellReviews
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AuthorShawn PurcellUnion City, NJAboutI am a twenty eight year old writer who just recently switched gears. I spent eight years actively trying to make it as a musician, with very limited success. Even though I was not economically s.. more..Writing
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