Wednesday, March 3, 2010

Colossus

Newly born, yet old and worn

Wondering which fracture will bring the colossus down

Cradled in each other’s arms

Birth and death in a single breath

Whole lifetimes in an instant

Nails dig in, breaking the skin

My lips on her fingertips

Furious hurricanes in such gentle breezes

Towering molehills scraping the sky

Uprooted with ease, down on your knees

Without a leg to stand on

Ears perked at the slightest sound

Like vultures on carrion

The blood gurgling in our throats

Bruised and gnarled

Arrows at our feet and embedded in our flesh

Frail, brittle bones succumb

Weathered and eroded by endless strife


Buried alive beneath the weight and ruin

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