Monday, February 24, 2014

Genesis 19: In Writing

Beyond, a  howling mob
within, sickening silence
beneath the shadow
we huddle

Take them, we heard
saw gaping maws
pounding fists
at which he thrust us

Till hands grabbed us away
to drop on an open plane
outside the roiling city

But we remain as found
no future no path
a cave within
swallowing us down, down down


a shadow within
the doorway between
and the pit of not-knowing, not-seeing

she turned to see
froze a tear-pillar
we walked where we were
tears locked behind 
the doors of our lids
frozen in our knowledge
of already knew

that we are prey
 for the taking
exposed in the sun 

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