#61 (the wood of thrones)


where were you

when Rome was burning

when stars collided

tides were turning

the wheel of time

became a cog

by myriads of sand grains clogged

the brimful cup

that rests on stones

white fools collecting

wood of thrones

collective anguish

bloody echoes

growing resistance

bells unrung

and from a distance

chime along

the curves of barren valleys lie

dry as my eyes

the cracks unfold

as witches writing spells untold

*20th November 2016

** the bells unrung I borrowed from Lia Hunter’s poem “bell unrung”

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