Monday, June 15, 2009

Bloody deed

The bloody deed was done
In the dead of the night
I don't know why
He didn't try and fight
He looked right passed me
With a dead man's stare
Ghost of his scream
In the frozen air.

1 comment:

  1. I'm moved in ways I'm unsure of by this piece.
    It's fundamentally powerful, and eloquently dialectic. It is felt, and a deep blow is dealt, estimate neutrally this displaced celt.