Tag Archives: A life in poems

A small, dusty shack
On a vast tract of land…

Cannibal star
Devouring itself…

Hidden beneath
A stone at the edge…

When the blue sky parts
And the air departs…

Echoes of
The start and the end…

It isn’t the action
But repetition…

Being afraid
Is a tiring thing…

These fallen branches
Give sound to the season…

Inside and outside
The walls that were there…

Straight to the Sun
On legs made of fire…