Friday, April 27, 2012

I Fear You

I fear you
And the future you carry
In an old burlap sack
Flung across bony shoulders

I fear you
And the steady beating drum
Your feet kicking dust up
For the waiting wind to sweep away

I fear you
The cloying dryness in my throat
The throbbing dryness in my veins
The hollow dryness in my soul

I fear you

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