Song


The nightingales learned to sing

when angels dropped down messages of last days and lust

petals popped open with all they needed-

scent, beauty, opium.

Then the pain of the world subsided

until evening returned

And the song changed.

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9 thoughts on “Song

  1. I love the way you arranged the words here. When I read this out loud the juxtaposition of sounds told a story themselves. And Pstok is right, it’s loaded with meaning.

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