MUSEUM OF DEATH by Shabetei
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Golden flies the eagle’s eyes
Into a moonless sun
Holds fire to the naked skies
Fluttered wings undone
High travels midsummer’s air
Shuts waves onto the shore
As I step closely where
The tide it comes no more
The songs that rang this place
So many years ago
Scared an expression on my face
Where life began to grow
Let be not the grain of sand
That gets grinded into none
Let be not the grass of land
That gets faded by the sun
The eagle dives far and near
Circles round ancient stones
Celebrates the virgin year
And swoops to pick fish bones
For there is no time passing
Time has stopped for a breath
On this scene life is casting
Its museum of death
Comments (5)
TallPockets
Wonderful, descriptive writing!! (Fantastic art, as well!).
meico
A truly atmospheric and chilling combination of words and image. Bravo! Mike
wizardangel1
visionary details that are amazing ,classic Poetry style that has become lost art --But you are a Master of retuning poetry to it Best forum -another to my keepsakes shall be added today !!
DennisReed
Indeed a wonderful work! Bravo!
jo_dis
You have numbered all our bones with thought