The Wooden Beast
A wooden beast does not bleed
Yet the flesh attached streams.
If the sun disappeared
The beast would surely float
On the blue green waves rushing
Towards you and me, frothing
Picking up seashells, tossing
Into the air, and way out
To where edge of grey sky
Cloaks the world forever
Copyright © Jennifer Cahill | Year Posted 2011
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