Untold
Posted: Thu Nov 30, 2023 4:37 pm
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In a tangle of dead farm machinery
the horizon is now a tall forest
of tiny flowers unbroken
by my sudden fall.
My thick blood is a liquid rust
settling into the cool dark soil
for a reunion of man and earth.
And the ever sky seems slated
to drown in grey serrated rows
torn from the calmness of blue.
I overhear the urgency of birds
in a languid code foreign to me
and I see ants in black on green.
I question the failing of the sun
for my neck is prickled with cold
and cobalt sparkles close my eyes.
I hear people in the meadow below
calling out my name, searching for me,
but with false voices from the lost past.
In a tangle of dead farm machinery
the horizon is now a tall forest
of tiny flowers unbroken
by my sudden fall.
My thick blood is a liquid rust
settling into the cool dark soil
for a reunion of man and earth.
And the ever sky seems slated
to drown in grey serrated rows
torn from the calmness of blue.
I overhear the urgency of birds
in a languid code foreign to me
and I see ants in black on green.
I question the failing of the sun
for my neck is prickled with cold
and cobalt sparkles close my eyes.
I hear people in the meadow below
calling out my name, searching for me,
but with false voices from the lost past.