adventures in dysthymia

Friday, June 10, 2005

SQUAD

One by one, these dreams
take their turn at the wall.
Fire,
fire,
fire
comes the inexorable command.

No mourners here; only
forgotten seekers of dawn.
Fall,
fall,
fall,
and let the earth take you.

Who are you? it asks.
Who are you?

Stephen Brooke ©2005

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