Hummingbirds drop hints
like napalm,
laying waste to the entirety
of a mind already barren,
scorched in more ways than one…
lacking things essential,
thoughtful,
insightful,
but not terrifying.
The whole mess is a field
of nightmare creatures,
tearing every living thing to pieces,
so that they,
in some godlike way,
can find peace among themselves.
Saturday, March 6, 2010
Poem-A-Day: Day 114
Creature Feature
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Drop a line, a quip, a snippet, your pants, or an anecdote...just don't drop the soap.