Dec 02, 2008 14:34
Just playing around with words. Influenced by watching Mononoke, methinks.
They called him bone-cutter, witch doctor
There was no illness he couldn’t cure, no ailment he couldn’t fix
Long, long fingers, brittle-thin, rough
Skin translucent as ice
One eye silken coal, the other milky white-blue, always looking, staring accusing
Rail thin, whispering, never shouting, never talking
Enough cures and remedies to turn a blind eye to the disappearances at night
original,
poetry