Saturday, July 9, 2011

shrill siren sounds



creating panic, hurtling pedestrians


aside, birds frightened burst out


of trees, hordes flying reaching

out in emptiness,

whose limbs were crushed

whose breath was weak

whose life was fading

whose heart was failing




another death in the van

another body in the sand

all cleared soon, the mortal

coil flecked and flossed

The race lost, blood stained

sheets rolled up and tossed


clearing the space ,for freshly pained



shrill siren sounds

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