Pendulum on pause,
gallows raised over the bridge.
Air still, threatening voices, overspent applause,
Approach the oak,
trembling eyes and wide posture,
directed North.
Unsettled dust under the frayed cage,
‘A final word, Brother?’
Complete silence.
solemn echo.
The Son is settling,
Crowd: take your prideful bow.
Jan 27, 2013
Jan 27, 2013 at 6:41 PM UTC
Pendulum on pause,
gallows raised over the bridge.
Air still, threatening voices, overspent applause,
Approach the oak,
trembling eyes and wide posture,
directed North.
Unsettled dust under the frayed cage,
‘A final word, Brother?’
Complete silence.
solemn echo.
The Son is settling,
Crowd: take your prideful bow.
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