Telegraphic missives from the bleak future of now taking in spirit machine and blood . A faint hope beyond hopelessness still guiding the words .

~ Steve Kilbey, ( Musician, Author, Poet) From The Band The Church

MAN

I
Am
The
Great
Vulture
A
Bird
Of
Prey
Flying
In
Circles
Going
Nowhere
Killing
Everything
I
See
Especially
The
Weak
The
Disabled
The
Injured
The
Ones
Who
Aren’t
Like
Me

And
When
All
Those
Souls
Are
Gone
I’ll
Find
New
Ones
To
Feed
Upon
Even
My
Own
Reflection
Until
There
Is
Nothing

Left

~ A Poem From Dark Lands
R.M. Engelhardt ©2019

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