James Merchant

Burdens Of A Detatched Mind - Poem by James Merchant

My eyes always venture below your neck
Every freckle every fleck
And the rhythm of war drums
Renders me numb

If there is a vulture in the spyglass
It must have vanished by now I guess
Filtering in sunlight for meals
Like a scientist on wheels

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, April 8, 2012

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