Friday, 21 June 2013

Angry River

Angry River

The Angry River
Hungrier than ever.
Tip-toes into the sleepy unsuspecting town.
The Lost Boy scurries
Down the hill barefoot and buries
Himself under the plumes of her billowing gown.

The Angry River
Bleeding from a black fever
Ambushes the neurotic priestess amidst her prayer.
The crumbled shrine lies tortured
Over wretched bodies and souls, interrupted
In the offerings of faith to their failed savior.

The Angry River
There wasnt enough room for her.
She felt bruised and lonely and deprived.
Then the mountains melted
And Rain and Snow and Stones were pelted 
At her. She stretched out her cramped legs and cried.


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