Naked
04-16-2009, 11:25 PM
So I when I wrote this after a drought of creativity that lasted about 2 months, I'm hoping I haven't broken my writing hand, so to speak.
The name I came up with just now, any suggestions for others would be welcomed.
He was born,
with an umbilical chord
woven from threads of gold
mined by the kings of old
from the mountain's they've called home
since the wild things roamed
but as pets they've been sold...
to him... to him...
to him... to him...
Sun to moon,
he ate with a spoon
that stained his mouth red
the bowl carved from his father's head
by his mother's fingernails,
painted like pirate sails
the guilty clippings she fed...
to him... to him...
to him... to him...
To the urn,
his ashes were burned
in the hollow oven
where he cooked his citizens
and the aeroplane has flown,
and aroused their bones
now the universe bends...
to them... to them...
to them... to them...
The name I came up with just now, any suggestions for others would be welcomed.
He was born,
with an umbilical chord
woven from threads of gold
mined by the kings of old
from the mountain's they've called home
since the wild things roamed
but as pets they've been sold...
to him... to him...
to him... to him...
Sun to moon,
he ate with a spoon
that stained his mouth red
the bowl carved from his father's head
by his mother's fingernails,
painted like pirate sails
the guilty clippings she fed...
to him... to him...
to him... to him...
To the urn,
his ashes were burned
in the hollow oven
where he cooked his citizens
and the aeroplane has flown,
and aroused their bones
now the universe bends...
to them... to them...
to them... to them...