Tuesday, June 05, 2007

what crazed eyes have already seen by Adam Struble, Poet Laureate of Pennsylvania

what crazed eyes have already seen
the end of things
wet green eyed forest,
the blood of birth and death
and the ever present possibility of dying alone
and in these last hours
the rite of passage
dancing on the edge of oblivion
kiss the rain and taste continuity
feeling flooding over us like dying