In My Whisper A Story Creeps Poem by Julian Takali

In My Whisper A Story Creeps

A gal thrashed to murder, subway goes
Colors melt; seep across a cheek
Twenty-two children
And one less nurtured
Left us one less

(what a dream of a time)

By and by the mountainside
Rises night
And dawn falls
Shines a moon on a cheek
Drowned in the sun
In my whisper a story creeps

Grandpas sinewed flesh
Around a neck
Colors bleed and drip
A crow, a crow, a subway goes
Rise tomorrow by the meadow

(a surrealist never asks why;




or does he)