the imagery of light plays heavily on the use of metaphors
all things cast a shadow, living proof of existence
poetry should be beyond moneys tainted reach
carved out of raw emotion, most personal!
the defenceless soft under belly of you
exposed to the elements for all to see
cowboys do cry!
this is a planet of trillions of skulls
death lurks here, modelling all living things
there is a thick silence
which amounts to unspoken abuse
dust to dust?
where does the intellect go?
I have picked up the baton
big question, were to now?
the universe the stars you and me
can there be a connection?
