Mustang running wild
that bison bearded man
a hoof cutting dirt
Marshal man badge gun
stars singing victory
a liberty tree fed blood
Cities of the dead ringing
screaming chants of love
La la la la my dear souls
I look through your illusion
and smell death and fear
I sing a tome of the ages
and the things souls know
and the cities sleep deep
The countryside is full
of dying flesh and fear
tonight apocalypse dances
unprepared does an act
and the herd of clouds
move above as always
tonight skies rain tears
red ruby stones kidney
:: 04-11-2014 ::
E.P. Robles | Poetry 