A lost poem.

I wrote a poem a few days ago and suddenly it got lost.

Vanished in the void of emptiness.

It was different from this but some of the spirit is here:




No sound.

Angels in the heaven call out, holy.

There’s a train passing by.

Flaps of wings through the sky.

And a sound from the ground,

Underground, a dead hound.

Worms and maggots, swords and daggers.

Let us cry, you and I.

Bid farewell.

Once more.

No sound.