Tuesday, May 15, 2007

...do not cross...

moonscape vast
laid out never ending ends of rocket history crescendo
we take no hand
and trudge full through

somewhere this makes glory
it has to
how else to explain
the need for scab to cover
to heal
to hide

whole patterns of scorched
tears of soot
snot of pain

violence rumbles the heart like you and i rumbled this place

the veins show themselves bloodless
in spray of ever hotter sun
the same one planning our demise
for this

thank any god someone is on the case

arf 07