Impressions
a footprint in the sand
wet, sticky green moss
on an old gray stone
naked, hand-less statues
with pupil-less eyes
frozen in a pose
of glory, ashen bodies
curled in fetal position
with leathery skin
bleached bones
baking in a desert
as vultures circle
pyramids pointing
to an invisible lion
stretching his paws
out in the night
sky, stars shine
over our heads
Copyright © Alex Roth | Year Posted 2013
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