"The desert bears only a scathing sun, and nothing more."
"What about mirages?"

Friday, July 8, 2011

Termites and Maggots.

Termites doused in lies
chew holes through the very floor
I stand upon.
And maggots
deceit filled and rotting
become flies.
And they whisper
hushed buzzes in my ear
whip around me
with hungry eyes.

4 comments:

  1. This one is tops - your images are really vivid. Love this poem!

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  3. Great descriptions and symbolism JB.

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