Warren Falcon

Rookie - 327 Points (04/23/52 - xxxx / Spartanburg, South Carolina, USA)

Cracked Song For Dirty Boots - Poem by Warren Falcon

for Nimal Dunuhinga


This tree

grows still

a child's mind

a bedroom window


This house

this window

gone but for

frames crater

now

once was

home memory's

red dirt


O stand radiant-starred late afternoon

O stained stark shadows' black frieze


astonished stooped man

time's wee piss-boy

damp bunk-bed mattress fears


O stand glazed from edges

gaze to bark

vine maps of escape.


Iron shadows

impress long into

wet pit


sun shards

spy glass

throat sore


Cracked song for dirty boots


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Poem Submitted: Saturday, February 26, 2011

Poem Edited: Monday, December 3, 2012


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