Monday, April 07, 2014

34. you stand sentry

you stand sentry
petrified in death
in front of nevergreen trees
which never breathed
never grew
except from brushstroke

you stand sentry
guarding your memory
declaring that you once were,
once soared,
once struck the sky
with your majestic wings

you stand sentry
gathering dust
like the dust
to which you will return

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