The Room of Books Waits
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THESE ARE MY RECENT POEMS. MY FIRST BOOK OF POEMS WILL BE RELEASED SOON BY GOLDMINDS PUBLISHING. http://www.goldmindspub.com/#!bill-yates/c10a6
The room of books waits
Waits for a finger that gropes
Waits for a voracious mind
Waits for a tipping strum
A stroke of finesse
A feather of dust.
Principles, recondite
Particles will ignite
Growing with no motion
Acting with no motive
Like giants they step
All humble, alone in their fastness
Within the litany of words, recondite.
Appeals, cry hunger
Feed me! Feed the masses!
Break the moors
Unleash the ship to sail
Over turbulent water
Seeking shores
Revel in the seamless wasteland
The wooded hill, the land
The desert of dry crops
The feast of wolves
That devour the marrow
Chew the dry bones
Bleached bones, sad
And roaches explore:
They enter the dry skulls
They are hunting, evermore.
Copyright © Bill Yates | Year Posted 2015
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