Wednesday, August 27, 2014


chariot VBGbQBU

Reduced, to form, crushed
beneath the weight of years,
and dirt and time, pressed
deep into the arc of earth,
where matter is removed,
and only shape remains,
the core source of what
was, held rigid in skeletal
grace, remembering that
once life bequeathed flesh,
movement, solidity, in ways
which now, can only be
imagined; flying ephemeral
through mind and thought
to honour what once was
and now, is no more than
bare bones of being and
truth- captured, preserved,
held fast in that lost moment
when death triumphed to
spread the calcified equine
skirts so lusciously in dust,
rendering all, immortal!


About rosross

Editor, writer, poet.
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