Dormant
Thunderous Matterhorn of a right hammer, reduced to a glaciered mound, lifeless by the side.
Champion crew creating a clever cloak, covering countenance. Once it drapes the eyes, the enemy can’t see him.
Ten hollow thoughts try seducing from just below the white feathers, next to his ochre head.
He reaches, to enjoy their coldness, to make sure there still there.
The glaciered mound lays dormant
for now..
Copyright © Mark Morris | Year Posted 2021
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