Sunday, July 26, 2015

Cenotaph




This place marks
a superb spot,

where everyone expects
me to reside,

to germinate undisturbed,
dispassionate, deep.

They do not know
it is an empty tomb;

for I lie elsewhere,
with a dash of Viking,

linger ripe, sleep dark
in another's arms.


tk


R.A.D. adds beautiful life to my words...