O Anna Niemus

Song Of The Lark - Poem by O Anna Niemus

Like a bell with
a broken tong
the lark was
without a tongue
.. demons having
served it on a platter.
in this life
her song.

And while the dawn
was daffodil dew-ing
in the slaughterhouse
they did chickens

But God is changing
the world, one heart
at a time.

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, June 19, 2008

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