Monday, October 26, 2015

It Is So Dark

Is it the forage
or the trails that are painful?
I cannot tell now
if I ever could.
The driver ants darken things
as they pass, a wave
breaking over me.
They sound just like red gasping
breath, the last taken,
Death's drab closing door.

March 6, 2011 8:56 PM

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