Among Thousands:
Thrashing, squarking, dying,
heart attack.
The sweating heat,
the pitch darkness
never see the day of light.
The image of your nightmares,
being kept hostage,
deteriating without a witness,
to protest to this demise.
the object of your nightmares,
can also be the object of reality,
in the form of a feathered winged animal,
among thousands.
Just a quick one I threw together remembering back to my ag program at my old school and experiencing a turkey having a heart attack in this shed on a 40 degree day. the teacher just stood and watched... didn't do a thing.
Can we start by posting links to old threads that have poems posted?
