Satelight Poem by Jan Sand

Satelight



The great dead stone
Hangs overhead,
Ricochets the fury of the Sun,
Sucks its strength
To spray a lifeless light
Onto the night.
This pale catalyst
Transmogrifies wan hopes
Of lovers,
Bristles dog necks,
Twists alien desires
Into wolfish shadows.

Tuesday, May 21, 2013
Topic(s) of this poem: dog,strength
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