Tuesday, July 11, 2006

Southern Alps at Midnight

The soldier on manoeuvres
stands in the howling dark,
on rock crystallized to white.

The night strips away camouflage,
opens his ribs and creeps around lungs,
to germinate a small seed,
the dream of his life,
whenever he thinks of home.


Blogger Chris Never said...

Oh so well done

Such impact in two stanza's Moon.

Very tight writing.

3:40 PM  
Blogger burning moon said...

Thanks Chris. :)

8:11 PM  

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