Archive for July 25, 2008


Posted in Poetry with tags , , , , , , , on July 25, 2008 by dc

I’m sitting on
An old tractor tyre
On the edge of the woods
Watching a sheep rot,
Sunlight glistening
On it’s guts,
Maggots and flies
Taking things slowly,
Finishing death’s routine.
There’s a storm brewing,
Confused cows
Are circling the fields,
Light tries to shine through
And I’m waiting for the trees
To bend in patterns
And let the heat
From the last rays of sun
Catch me in the eyes
And show me the tears
I’ve been searching for.
A friend has gone,
Deep into the woods
And I will never ever
See him again.
He had nicknames for me
Only he would use,
He was bright like the daybreak
And wise like the night,
He has left,
He is gone.