Michael Witkowski

Rookie (14 July 1973 / Berent)

Dubh Abhainn Blackburn - Poem by Michael Witkowski

Yawning at the brook
of my last stand
the burn whspers
coolly between stanes
dragging with him
earth of the lush braes
i watch my demise
full control swept
a gun to the throat
yearn yearn my fate
is fulfillled to the bitter
core - hands splashed
with sticky wine
rise to heavens -leaving
a prayer to the
doop doop singer.
i like it loud. a whimsical
coy churl spent all
seeds in disgrace
now i'm endowed
with a gown

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, January 9, 2005

Poem Edited: Monday, January 10, 2005

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