Rise & Fall
By kevin
graveyard walking along, & the glisten of white bone against a yellow moon, -- brush off your dirt, stand up, yawn loudly, and return to work. So many of the dead, returning their white shirts and collar(bones) the mindless work of slaves, harnessed to work evil for the collective good.dawn children, in red & yellow, come to me with all the loudness of youth. watching them y a w n , the stone of last night's sleep turning to dust & slipping away with the rising of today's sun. they're walking past, none stop except one boy who, looking lost, stares fearlessly into my face, as if he'd finally seen his father again. ah, I wish I could belong that much but instead, I feel myself slipping between the seasons, these rays of sun, left to create with vague sad memories.one of my new poems, I'm trying to use concrete modern imagery to get my point across Written July 21st, 2001 © on Jul 24 2001 06:08 AM PST, Kevin Watt 0 • 8 • 1
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"graveyard walking along, & the glisten of white bone against a yellow moon, -- brush off your dirt, stand up, yawn loudly, and return to work. So many of the dead, returning their white shirts and collar(bones) the mindless work of slaves, harnessed to work evil for the collective good.dawn children, in red & yellow, come to me with all the loudness of youth. watching them y a w n , the stone of last night's sleep turning to dust & slipping away with the rising of today's sun. they're walking past, none stop except one boy who, looking lost, stares fearlessly into my face, as if he'd finally seen his father again. ah, I wish I could belong that much but instead, I feel myself slipping between the seasons, these rays of sun, left to create with vague sad memories.one of my new poems, I'm trying to use concrete modern imagery to get my point across..."