Fountainship
Human stood by the elegant marble fountainIn the night, cold, brisk, waiting
For the stars to move closer
And keep it company.
Human stood by the elegant marble fountain
In the day, colder, windy, waiting
Waiting, waiting,
For a new era of life.
Human sat on the edge of the fountain,
Elegant, made of marble,
Drank the life it spouted,
Introspected, cried.
Human stood on the edge of the fountain
The whole world watching,
Shouted its glory,
Screamed its pain.
Human, November night,
Cold, brisk, dove
Into the fountain,
Made of marble, beautiful.
Human, awoken,
Wielding its maul
Brought the fountain to his feet,
It did not beg for mercy.
Human,
Elegant, beautiful,
Drank its own life
Into a new era.
Poetry by Morgan Cellohead
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Written on 2010-12-15 at 14:16
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