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shot in the eye
shot in the brain
shot in the ****
shot like a flower in the dance
Traveling through the dark I found a deer
dead on the edge of the Wilson River road.
It is usually best to roll them into the canyon:
that road is narrow; to swerve might make more dead.
In a dark time, the eye begins to see,
I meet my shadow in the deepening shade;
I hear my echo in the echoing wood--
A lord of nature weeping to a tree.
I want to sleep the dream of the apples,
to withdraw from the tumult of cemetries.
I want to sleep the dream of that child
who wanted to cut his heart on the high seas.
My first thought was, he lied in every word,
That hoary cripple, with malicious eye
Askance to watch the working of his lie
On mine, and mouth scarce able to afford
We shall not always plant while others reap
The golden increment of bursting fruit,
Not always countenance, abject and mute,
That lesser men should hold their brothers cheap;
We grow accustomed to the Dark -
When light is put away -
As when the Neighbor holds the Lamp
To witness her Goodbye -
I wake and feel the fell of dark, not day,
What hours, O what black hours we have spent
This night! what sights you, heart, saw; ways you went!
And more must, in yet longer light's delay.
Some men, some men
Cannot pass a
(Lady, make your mind up, and wait your life away.)
A walk in the park
Is not a walk in the dark
The dark is the dark
Things happen in the dark
blood red rose spread heart bloomed in passions
each petal blood red dark caught eye in life pulse
each petal blood red dark caught eye in web intrigues
each petal blood red dark danced among sharp thorns
What it is dark, let it be,
Let it be dark
As haven't you heard,
Dark the world,
The myths of Creation.
The Saga of The Dark Daughter
The dark daughter smiling
In the dark hamlets
Oblivious of her nondescript fate,
Epitaph for a Palestinian Child
by Michael R. Burch
I lived as best I could, and then I died.
What it is dark,
Let it be,
Dark is dark.
Enjoying the dark dark days.
Leaves all gone, in the dark dark days.
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