Bleached
anybody who has breathed
oxygen from gracious earth
has written a gilded book...
our pocked and petaled stories
open for all the world to read
some are long some are brief
the crow, the unborn ,the old man
all had something important
to
say
about being an afterthought
so they said it with a quill
and virgin ink
with blackbird songs
with silent scream
now one by one all the books
wash up on castaway cay
water whittled
sand blasted
wind kissed
gull scolded
bleached into
words of
oblivion
Copyright © Anthony Biaanco | Year Posted 2021
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