Looking back on fashion
Emissaries of brief gatherings
recollect at the end of ceremonial worthtwhile,
above all that ever held true value
sanctifying pink salmon's creation.
A lethal arrow strikes another key
with all the capital care there is,
unfolds and lets decompose
as life itself accepts your fret.
Big death is a follower of deeds,
dark hindsight an embellishment
of crude core's natural continuance
where all meetings take place.
Hold your feeble breast and feed
the notion that not all men
are wrapped in flags or creed,
but rather in their own fashion.
Poetry by Bob
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Written on 2006-02-04 at 22:09
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