Gray

K.C. Collins

Do not deny me this
my savage dance with darkness
I crave no other company
save catharsis
in this garden of granite and bones

stark jagged blackened cedar
godstruck
windblasted
looming over stonesealed martyrs

deeper I drift beyond the fringe
where roses grow on lovers' graves
and solemn eyes keep vigil
waiting…

© Copyright 1999, 2003, 2004 by K.C. Collins


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