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Wednesday, April 15, 2009

Whispers Of A Killing Man

A menagerie of thoughts behind
those less than civil eyes,
but they can't hide
the light of a million lies
plastered to the lips of children
off to warn the man in the moon.

Notes of silence dream in golden
with tears scented in denial
finding they can't sacrifice the chosen,
poppies tilt and wait a while
as the stars serenade a dieing sun
with the whispers of a killing man.


ambersun said...

I love the words here but what does it mean? Who is the killing man?

Hope you are well.


Every Photo Tells A Story said...

Very powerful, haunting, and dark poem, Sarah-Paige.

CathM said...

This one is interesting, Sarah... what or who is the inspiration?