Salman Eggs
a skeen of miracles drifting downstream
into the gritty mouth of hungry
through golden eyed kings
breaking away one by one
unrecognized in the coral of living
suffocated by the silt of greed
refreshed by the heart of the giving
constellation of miracles burning bright
in the face of spirits twisted blind
through time and damnation of dream
floating ash tray
into black holes of decay
on the edge the fishermen cast
into what was deemed pure,
now turned into trash...
seas full of silver
with empty nets
Copyright © Anthony Biaanco | Year Posted 2012
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