Friday, October 30, 2009

The Dead Rose

The clouds burned
off around sunset.
My smile is stitched,
wilting and ragged.

Off around sunset
the dead rose,
wilting and ragged,

The dead rose
also: shambling,
from the grave.

Also shambling,
my body decays, but
from the grave
I am revived.

My body decays, but
my smile is stitched.
I am revived.
The clouds burned.


Etvoit said...

"my smile is stitched"
poignant imagery. i wish i could have thought of that :)

Onca said...

This is completely lovely, little bro. You kinda rock.