The Fog April 8

The Fog Local Gems Note: one of my oldest poems was written in 1972 when I was 16. Revised as a cherita. The Fog The Fog The Fog Rolls in and in. And on forever Till the end of time Past where once stood proud San-San. Now there is nothing But bones rolling in Forever and ever Rotting in the blue sunlight Turning in the yellow clouds filling the air With the stench The fear The feel Of a people forever dead Merging with the fog Filling the air The fog rolls in and in Laughing as the Sun Sinks into the purple coated sky Above the encrusted sky of time With the people of the earth Just another dead civilization. Day 8: A Layer Of Fog ................................ ................ Re-write the fog if I can find it I should be able to either re-write or use a couple of my horror haiku poems or combine into a longer piece perhaps a cherita? Or a Haiku sonnet? That would be the funniest one to do