Is It Poetry

Silver Star - 4,016 Points (1958 - / Bus-Boys And Poets, Washington D.C.)

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
in heaps
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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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 10, 2014

Poem Edited: Saturday, January 11, 2014


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