Monday, April 27, 2009

Sick Sons

A glowing green and amber bright
Of an early night explosion
Atomic separation and divine speculation
Removed the dawn of blue
And opened on a man browned by sun
Lost between the crawling earth and sweetly golden sun
When his sight was in the venom of his thought
He coughed and spluttered so hard
His broken rib ached
And followed him out
The sprayed and sparkling green
Of the savannah's evening sun

1 comment:

Michael Bellmore said...

its very nice but the third to last line is clumsy