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Victim Of God

By Ashley Bright

Topics: Poetry Source: AllPoetry Original source

You sweet vulture Laying upon the symptom sun deck Circling around and around With continuous hunger In angst your prey is tied Their ankles of cold bones Their ribs of a stale Sunday And I watch your sky Lay as a stillborn In desert plays You starving tramp You wingless travel And I am your shadowed hunt Faithless  child of wonder Squawking voracious shroud Beneath your stare I’m wrapped in bare You sweet vulture God knows me wellWith a journey so far...quite deadened...i fear it will take lifetimes to reach me...and lately...a god without wings...can't reach someone so far beneath Written October 6th, 2001 © on Oct 06 2001 03:21 PM PST    0 • 1

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