Massive Black Hole
Smoke lit and it makes that noise.
Hand draws for pen.
And then- it begins.
The device of destruction
leaks black ink.
Blood smudges the page
in neatness. And then
thought come back to
present. Under the cresent,
and smike rises infront of my
eyes. In the outdoors
freezing, but quite not yet.
Light shines down on hand.
But it stays in darkness and this
masacre is not seen.
Copyright © George Gabriel | Year Posted 2010
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