Monday, June 4, 2012

Linda M. Crate- A Poem

mantle of truth

the embrace of calamity engulfs me,
the putrid scent hugs me to its bosom -
I never go looking for the black bones
of trouble, but sometimes they find me
and pull me into their gaping jaws; today
will be different from the other days I
have decided to march in pursuit of truth,
I will unearth him from his grave
allowing him to spill his light brighter
than the eyes of sun star shimmering on the
dew; you tell me a secret and it
unravels me to my deepest mantle of life.

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