Wednesday, 19 October 2011

the sky cries alligator tears

I have walked and prayed for this young child an hour, 
And heard the sea-wind scream upon the tower, 
And under the arches of the bridge, and scream 
In the elms above the flooded stream;
Imagining in excited reverie
That the future years had come
Dancing to a frenzied drum
Out of the murderous innocence of the sea. 

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