Time for a riddle Time is a rodent Ardent arrows Are curses Are they curses Are they cured Are they convergent I am born a burned sun I am born a blistering bone There is a shift of shafts There is prison of prisms An iron iris irradient An ark of arrows Awaiting our augur […]
Tag: Silence
Poem : Scavengers will Survive the fume and fury
I see the dirt on their wings I see the lava in their hearts I see larvae in their stomach I see the fire in their veins I see the silence in their eyes I see the clutter in their ways I look around I can see the war mongers I can see the necro-maniacs […]
