And the infrequently watered
roots in their thirst have wormed
to the surface of the ceramic
pot, pushing through the soft soil
like corpses clawing their way
from the grave,

believing themselves
called forth by the bright trumpets
of the final judgment; finding instead
only car horns and grim faces
jammed in traffic.

Radiant Spleen 2015


About radiantspleen

The dark side of enlightenment, the light side of endarkenment.
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