Burnt Umber Poem by John W. McEwers

Burnt Umber



The earth, in all its giving glory
grows gashed and gory,
gorged on the ghosts
of goodwill.

The ground, in all its eternal empathy
enters an evening,
eagerly evoking evil
everyman ethos.

The color, in all its putrid simplicity
shows us all the truth
that everything burns
to the bitter
brown
base.

Friday, September 4, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: love
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John W. McEwers

John W. McEwers

Nova Scotia, Halifax
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