The Night Flier Poem by James McLain

James McLain

James McLain

From Tampa Florida And Still Living Near By

The Night Flier



Beneath the moon is full a promenade
a sightless head
turns half around to gaze
into the world.

Flash bulbs pop and dying fleash
upon the ground
in heaps
the headless torso rolls.

I see what Jesus said is not enough
to make you think
about the others that now wait
all such things we have in common
just as well.

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James McLain

James McLain

From Tampa Florida And Still Living Near By
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