Saturday, September 27, 2008


We, Silent Legion, with
wrenched hands and carved
faces, look down upon
dead grass and browning names

Fitfully we sleep, in
snows first kiss.

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1 comment:

Area 17 said...

Wow, what poetry!

Is this just the first couple of stanzas?

More please! ;-)

September 29, 2008 at 8:09 AM

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