Briar Prose: fiction and poetry for Sunday, August 03, 2008

Sunday, August 3, 2008

poem: Into the Marsh

Into the Marsh Heading backwards Most probably Back into the moss Into the marsh Backwards, unseen. Because cowardice returns All lost to me. Now what these things are I no longer desire to know. And true my scars Are naught compared to the wounds Of the cries spewed from fire In a world of martyrs... Sign in to see full entry.

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