"Carvings"
Tears that well, but cannot fall
From branches hang rain-pearls
Donned in moonlight capes
Anticipation palpable
Culpable
One side of a coin
We toss too willingly
Into the air
What could sprout
From cheek-trenches
Nighttime-drenches
A beautiful thing to behold
The carvings of tears and rain
"Distended Herd"
Left unto my own devices
I devour till my demise
I envy nature so decisive
Choosing what lives and dies
The earth doesn't grieve
For the young lost beast
As it is made the lion's feast
Oh, how desperately I cling
To my emaciated faults
Bionote
David lives in Spokane, WA with his wife and two dogs. He enjoys their company greatly.
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