The Curse
Slanted lightning flashing skyward
"Fuck You" I say!
Glass is shaking, breaking faster,
People aging, fading plaster
Cracks advancing, I am dancing.
Let it shatter, let it crumble
Let it be lost!
Wood is moulder, old and brittle,
Bones are bleaching, leaching spittle
Buildings falling, I am calling.
All internal, time awaiting
It will occur!
I can see it, be it flowing,
Metal rusting, dust is blowing
Time is stinging, I am singing.
Copyright 2000 Rich Puchalsky
E-mail: rpuchalsky@worldnet.att.net
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Last modified: June 9, 02000