Long gone is the gristle.
In its place, an impossible
white smoothness.
The maggots and worms
have long since moved on.
Jutting from its eye sockets
thorny stems reach skyward.
At the top sit a pair
of blood red roses.
The skull, once hideous and
holding grim memory,
has since given back to the land.
In return the land pushed up
two beauties, epitomes of grace.
epic, i love it
epic, i love it
Thanks dude
Thanks dude
We'll just keep writing 'til there's nothing left to write.
We'll just keep waiting 'til they read all our works left to right.
Great twisty lines.
Great twisty lines.
thanks man
thanks man
We'll just keep writing 'til there's nothing left to write.
We'll just keep waiting 'til they read all our works left to right.
what has"...long since moved on..."
is well preserved in poster and poem - Lady A
.
Poetry and Art, what would we
Poetry and Art, what would we do without them
We'll just keep writing 'til there's nothing left to write.
We'll just keep waiting 'til they read all our works left to right.