The Matriarch
The Matriarch
crying out beneath the earth
the cemetery seed
which dies before it has its birth
in a hail storm of need
leader of the fallen child
in nadir of man's greed
treasure in the vultures mouth
circling to feed
everything I have you left
it's value does exceed
the taxable trinkets of a life
that made the hearts of blind men bleed
By: Jeremy Siedlecki
Copyright © Jeremy Siedlecki | Year Posted 2011
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