Sunday, March 13, 2016

Alarums


cocky insouciant plump 
roosters ring in 
false dawn like clockwork 


lean crepuscular jackals 
in thicket clear throats 
cry out in unison


same bloody refrain 
drones through vale 
of death daily


again and again 


2 comments:

  1. This is a haunting poem, Vassilis. Keep 'em coming!

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  2. Thanks for dropping by, Joseph—always good to hear from you! And rest assured, as long as the spirit is willing, I'll try to keep haunting. :)

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