Marc Hurkmans

Rookie (27-02-1967 / Nederweert)

Son Of Cioran - Poem by Marc Hurkmans

Bring me endless rain, unstoppable storms
on the planet, to wash this terrible calm away

Turbulent waters will forever haunt humanity,
‘SUNNYSIDE DOWN’ on your t-shirt

Don’t bury me in Paris,
just feed me to the birds

Their wings will spread the Word,
as the shit piles on your head

All histories have been written,
time to say goodbye no more

The bell tolls for everyone

Not only for the sun

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Poem Submitted: Monday, December 14, 2009

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