An old demon I find myself approaching Bringing forth my will to be thought To what meaning this unpleasant challenge Life champions towards me
By Bernard Aquilina6 years ago in Poets
The burning tree demanding forth: Skin the kings As the spiral of roaches Awaken the teeth of steel Thy Holy Child My kin together
We sat in front of each other. On the coffee table between us A metronome. The room full of rustic furniture Leather upholstery, you can smell the age.