Saturday, June 5, 2010

poem of the day 06.05.10

but still the sky turns purple
and gold before the sun sets


we slaughter each other so resolutely
in actions and deeds

a whole world of blood and guts
spilling into the oceans

but still the sky turns purple
and gold before the sun sets

magnificent and calming

meaning there might be hope out there
for you and me.

1 comment:

Bukowski's Basement said...

powerful with gorgeous imagery and brevity...