a baby cries

like a broken

cooling

lava crust

the earth

beneath

is

black broken

by the light

and heat

of cities towns

and other

human forms

while

up by me

the flish flash lights

of passing planes

skit scatter

threads of light

in the pressurised pencil

of my plane

I rest my head

and wonder

what if the light

went out

and darkness

roamed the earth

could God

be bothered

again



behind me

a baby

cries



Poetry by Peter Humphreys
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Written on 2007-07-29 at 19:47

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Mark J. Wood
1. No;
2. No wonder.

Mark.
2007-07-31


Sofia
I'm stunned!
2007-07-29


Kathy Lockhart
wonderful imagery!
2007-07-29