Epitaph of Man

December 22, 2010
Stony faces glaring taciturnly into night’s angels
we call for the naked truth
when we crave phantasmal myth

crescent moon weeping concrete tears
the stars escaped long ago

ancient faces of children stare

unblinkingly into a blinding sun

On the burial ground of the dusk
resurrection of twilight

the river has bled dry
the settlers have killed it

Mask of rose colored glass collapses

now we see the darkness of a man’s heart

careful, here be monsters…

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