Tuesday, June 26, 2007

stand off

The barrier smokes

uncollected scraps

the wreckage contains several recipes for hate

began by love, scattered souls ascend

to a paradox of paradise

in the proud face of decision

we just pay the boatman for passage

never asking questions

we sing out to a rare bird

and are forced to swallow words

making the long march

making the journey through the arch

intact we see, sense not a thing

feel the shadows crawling

leaving their mist in our eyes

we sing out to a passerby

but make no noise at all

1 comment:

JOHNo said...

Great photo. Is it a recent one?
I like the Styx reference in "we just pay the boatman for passage".