One has dug into the deep abyss
And unlocked a quarry for the stars
And heathens to enjoy at their last.
One shot into the under dark is finer
Than a shot into the stupor of sanity,
A bullet scratches a few survivors.
When the fond memories lie still,
A bullet of the bullets of seven men
Is buried deep in the flesh of hounds.
The war-beasts revel and burst
Like fiends from the fall and rice,
Wednesday, August 5, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: deep