The Decay

The Decay

Mangled wreck of rusted iron.

Once a life's built work-horse,

a bright gem

for a bluish Magpie to adorn in

a garden beyond the bright,

white virginity of Eden.

An inky raven, to reflect the guilt

of lost souls, sits upon the stout bow

as the eagle of immortal life

soars above and identifies

it's prey,

and simply leaves behind,

on parched earth, scraps

of dead matter

as carrion for Red Kites and black crows.

 

08/09/16

Reviews

[1VJ]

Such vivid images, perfectly stated. Love the 'bluish magpie' notion beyond paradise.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

the way we destroy nature at will...there will be many Red Kites and black crows...

such truth here.

j.