The Feast of Fowl (Metaphor Challenge)
as the swans encircled the lake
and the geese filled the pool
feathers flew as fallen snow
upon the deadly fools
for all were there for reason
and none came to be bled
but as it goes in warring woes
all but a few had lost their heads
and now the waters stand empty
for the fowls had fouled the peace
and nothing lives and nothing gives
when nothing is left but the feast.
Poetry by Kathy Lockhart
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Written on 2008-11-20 at 05:31
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