A cannon blast through the heart of all that is dead and decaying.

Saturday, May 27, 2006

Silence

Weary & lost in the iron veins
of the city's electric soul
illuminated by a dark dream--
the poison of fear
paints the night's coliseum

Always a prisoner
of the reflection of eyes--
The hoof-beat of years
rattles through the mind

The language of war scars the sky
The collision of dreams
written in the soil's tears
The cries of 3,000
entombed within the breath of history--

The stream of sorrow
continues
until the reign of silence
buries every cannon blast
and murder-cry--
fading ripples upon a sea
unending--
Sunlight piercing
the prison wall

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