Wednesday, April 14, 2010

Nightshade (poem)

Nightshade

In the stir-less night
Of nights that have no seams
Rooted in death
Down and around narrow spiral paths
They rattled like rattlesnakes
Buzzed like dozens of blundering flies
Monstrous thighs, shoulders and eyes
Like: snakes, owls, hawks wildcats
Half-demonic, with riveting jaws
With grotesqueness, they scratched and gnawed
In the doming shade of night,
Until the eve of sunlit, the eve of Armageddon
The Giants of the Circle of Refaim!

No: 2772 (4-13-2010)

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