Treasure Island

MoonBee Canady


' Brimstone... ' (or A Cryptic-Cremation)


Ashes to Ashes
Dust to Dust
Flesh and Blood
Wood and Mud

Sun and Moon
Craters and Crust
Flames to Ashes
Smoke to Dust

Ape and Man
Heart and Brain
Glass and Sand
Abel and Cain

Spend this Space
On this Earth
Cutting Down
Another’s Worth

So Much Hate
On World and Planet
Trying to Paint
And Stain Pearls and Granite

‘Til, Ashes to Ashes
Dust to Dust
Stop Thinking, ’ Iron Them ’
Start Thinking, ‘ Wash Us ’

Fire On Mountain
Flows Volcanic Ash
Fire and Sand
Equals House of Glass

Dirt On Fire
Smother ‘Fore Long
And Fire and Rock
Equals Brimstone

Submitted: Friday, October 30, 2009

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