"Stand Down!"
...but nothing happened...
"Stand Down!"
...but nothing happened...
"Stand Down!"
...but nothing happened...
"Stand Down!"
...but nothing happened...
"Stand Down!"
...and a shot rang
across the azure sky,
echoing through distant fields,
and ushering forth
a gush of fresh crimson river
and tragic uneasy laughter...
...and sweet collapse
under the azure sky,
slumping like a silhouette
to the damp earth
red with crimson river run-off
and tragic uneasy laughter...
...and standing down
under the azure sky,
a soldier pluming his bright feathers
in the aftermath of a pistol's smoke,
spurting crimson river majesty
and tragic uneasy laughter.
Saturday, June 5, 2010
Poem-A-Day: Day 205
Down Feathers
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