Slices
Underneath the hard tough bark of a tree
Is a porous heart
Underneath my canopy of memory
Things fall apart
The sun drops rivers of blood on wounded skies
The silver sheen of sea
The odor of the drowned carcasses denies
O let it be
Lazarus came form the dead to die again
From broken heart and care
I climb pyramids to come down again
Going under is my fear.
When you slice my throat again, be sure
And slice my heart
Desire still won't cure the pain, insecure
Time falls apart
Copyright © L'Nass Shango | Year Posted 2009
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