The Horns

October 23, 2009 at 2:23 pm (Dominic Alapat, Poetry)

 

blared in the distance.

All numbers, colours,

shapes pouring

the sun’s gold

into the day.

The birds dived as usual;

dived, climbed.

The world gave birth

to its own history.

 

The buildings talked.

They stood singing

and singing.

 

You gave your soul away.

You became nothing.

 

–          Dominic Alapat

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