15.12.04

ENVOY





soldiers stand in a row,
like teeth in a skull
one of them has that daisy wheel stare
when the world falls in
a vulture's shadow

we think to escape
right into a wall of friendship
and are tracked down and cornered
by strangers known very well
and fondly remembered by friends misplaced
who must whisper the legends insistently






1 comment:

thorngrubber said...

~'envoy' was first published in
~The Cafe Review, winter '95 issue