Sunday, January 1, 2012

The Beginning is Near

by Tara Vivian
A wake
A path
Creosote soaked
Black, translucent, petrified leaves
Fracture and burn
Inside of skull
Pellet breath
And a heart roaring, destroying
These souls no longer
Flat and cut from a flag of
Blood, lies and idolatry
Red, white and hypocrisy
Terror in peace packed, moon-caked boots
A nightmare purpose on this plane
Christmas bulbs snap between teeth
Our lacerating smile of
Crimson teeth in a blood filled mouth
Swallow. Rise.
We will no longer stay silent.

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