Fallen Bird

     19^th November 2010

Rapidly

Safely

Tragically;

A bird falls from the nest

The harcoombe of a romance

Tugging its feathers.

Photographic flashes,

Pornographic crashes

Making crazy promises.

Sweeping brushstrokes

Across the bloodshot sky;

Bleeding colour

Feeding colour

Feeding the fading

Fading

Fading away.

Prehistoric sparks of rage fossilize themselves,

To be no more.

Instead filling that void

Is that feared ‘nothing’

She spoke of.