Is It Poetry
The Night Flier - Poem by Is It Poetry
Beneath the moon is full a promenade
a sightless head
turns half around to gaze
into the world.
Flash bulbs pop and dying fleash
upon the ground
the headless torso rolls.
I see what Jesus said is not enough
to make you think
about the others that now wait
all such things we have in common
just as well.
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