Forlorn At Heaven's Gate
their rocket
flight
of blood
ooze of human
dung
of streams of new
generations
emergent new skies
of threats
counterpoints
cata-combs -
the skulls
everywhere!
like the heralds
of the apocalypse
stars are no more
values are gone
with the winds
of disjointed
times!
Copyright © Canny Amah | Year Posted 2012
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