Weeds grow where they want to; not where they're told to grow...

erbacce-press

Reuben Woolley

dying notes

here we see
the species dies
in full confusion . we
were never golden , did not live
a thousand years
& all our lossesĀ 
were inevitable

we did not tame our monsters
& grinning they look
for compensation

,
this dying land

the theme plays
in single notes / in fading shades
of ochre . i do not change

a simple suffering
is no matter , was dark before
this sad unravelling

*********************************************************

To purchase this book click on the cover opposite or if you use paypal add it to your orange shopping cart...

To obtain a signed copy, direct from the poet at no extra cost; click here.

You are viewing the text version of this site.

To view the full version please install the Adobe Flash Player and ensure your web browser has JavaScript enabled.

Need help? check the requirements page.


Get Flash Player