Mar 07, 2011 21:51
Here were godly mountains
raised, scratched, and formed by wind's hands
Now rubble
feeble and tenuous
with foundation gasping in whispers beneath
waiting for rain
as Adam's children lean stupefied
minds eradicated by mutual bludgeoning
Specters of hope diminishing
as another pebble aimlessly gambols down
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