Carving Turkey Flesh Jess Lemon Carving turkey flesh Darkened, I'm blind My slices are chicken Signs of a weak mind The silver bull charges And I am left without fear The knocking becomes a hissing Which after a roar, disappears Gone to quiet solitude And peace; eternal hope Drained and out of line I've red tears by a rope

-- Click here to send this poem to a friend! --

<   Back   |    Home   |    More from this Author   >
 

SEARCH THE NET: