Night fell around me
like a wounded animal
in a garden of statues
closing their eyes,
not dreaming,
they are blinded
by the moon
as it cruised by
like a ghost ship,
or a sack of ashes,
the only sound
the quiet humming
of sleeping souls
and a shovel
clearing ground
for digging
the deepest dark hole.
Jul 2, 2016
Jul 2, 2016 at 6:24 AM UTC
Night fell around me
like a wounded animal
in a garden of statues
closing their eyes,
not dreaming,
they are blinded
by the moon
as it cruised by
like a ghost ship,
or a sack of ashes,
the only sound
the quiet humming
of sleeping souls
and a shovel
clearing ground
for digging
the deepest dark hole.
