Jun 2016
Nothing but the gentle tap of rain
and the choir of crickets in sticks,
the city of dust and bone
turned to rust and ruin
blood from dust
and bone to body
the
birds fire
rises
and the choir of crickets in sticks,
the city of dust and bone
turned to rust and ruin
blood from dust
and bone to body
the
birds fire
rises
(Az)
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