these words will dig your grave.
and they will be etched into the granite
just underneath the holy cross
these poems will be your last words.
these words will bite like black vultures.
cackling furiously as they recite
the souls of those that have since fallen
these poems are wingless birds.
hailstones fall and spring has vanished
hailstones fall and the summer is gone
hailstones fall and fall is missing
hailstones make cracks in the frozen over pond.
hailstones call and nobody responds
hailstones fall and there is nothing beyond.
ΔΙΑΒΑΖΕΙΣ
the veiled lady/hailstones between my teeth
Ποίησηthere is nothing out there there is nothing beyond this here this is it *** 12/16/23 first book of poetry there is nothing beyond
