Spade

by David Zurick   May 22, 2006


So here we meet once again.
Pry at the window with no such consent.
Smile as I'm stricken with a warning so transparent.
Here I lay, suffocating.

So here i lay once again.
Pull and throw grass blades up and over me.
Slowly sunlight will turn to a shade; foreshadowing a darker place.
Here I died, you kill me.

So here I am, dead once again.
Where I cannot feel a simple breeze;
Where the mountain crushes down to silence me.
Once again the vision proved true,
And up above me they all stared at you;
Angel to their eyes, executioner to my heart.

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