David McLean Mathews
On Seeing Nebuchadnezzar On Fire - Poem by David McLean Mathews
Riverlets of summer rain
cascade down the outurned
window as lightening strikes
pale Ludwigian tragedy;
the nape of symbolism
reefed into a landscape frozen
by the raven gaze of mortality.
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