They Are Raping the Dead
featherless birds
flying low fiery
wounds of heart
bleeding blue
why do we do
what we do
forgotten dance of love
fading memories of
ecstatic unions
black water
stagnant
in the vast lake of love
eternal flow to the
ocean curbed
giggling of the new
rain
undulations
erections of hopes again
summer is an old
book
they are raping
the dead
history is
a huge
lie
the dead
Copyright © Francis Osho | Year Posted 2016
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