Sunday, October 30, 2011

The Lonely One

                The night presses down
                                Like a pillow over
                                                The sleeping town
Suffocating.
                                                Heavy shadows drift
                                out from under trees
                To await the ax’s descent
Waiting.
                There’s a soft, light breath
                                across the wound in the Earth
                                                A twig snaps under a foot
Breathing.
                                                The last embers in the sky
                                Flicker one more moment, then die
                Blue comes, to shield the killer’s blood
Bleeding.
                All the night listens
                                For but a moment to live in
                                                Before he smiles
Living.

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