Friday, March 30, 2007

Ode To An American Zombie

You ravished child of God, true, ugly

No lips to mourn Arcadia lost

No skin that won’t curl and fall like leaves

Forever cold, forever man-shaped

Forever gone from human passion

A landscape, empty, a sky, empty

A waste, a constant woe, could you speak

Would you just curse, or curse and say, too

Life is corruption, corruption life

That’s all till God’s fire eats corruption

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