Poem: Ave Maria

[compos_dementis]

ave maria
by Dementis

there are little dead bluebirds
buried in my palms--
their hearts aren't beating,
but their tiny wings still pound,
(like drumsticks)
against the bars of my ribs.

the beat becomes so loud,
sometimes,
that i'm deaf to angels singing.

(hallelujah, Lord,
O hallelujah)

Comments

[jimpage363]

Intriguing!!