overzero

the end

micro poems, modern idiom

god is a symbol
the building waved
my own death
want's needs
zen song
walking a fine lawn
a modern condition
welcome to my town
the missing point
hole in the ground
the sculptor
the war
new black
the future's bright
give me my horns

I saw my own death once,
dark with no spark,
No-one to save me
and no more to see.

Sinking and broken
and ceasing to be,
I saw my own death once,
it just wasn't me.