Tuesday, 23 March 2010

Ye Mighty, And Despair

A crow sits upon a porch
Papers blow while the sky darkens
Windows smashed, the church’s empty
Cars sit motionless by the side of the road
Whales washed up on abandoned beaches
Silhouettes stain schoolyards
Dirty dishes and dusty streets
Stacks of flesh and acid rain
A light shines from a high tower
A lonely lord with the world in his hands

1 comment:

  1. I enjoyed this one :) Don't have much of a critique though