Ghost World Watches
Burning forests shy with myths
These Borg armies crucify
Time freezes like crystal eyes
Run my love deep inside
We are hunted by our own minds
The very air is sullen
Plowed tribes of dried blood
Meadows of silent revenge
The earth invocated
Enemy of snake eyes
These boots walk like Ulysses
Energy fields with a plan
My friends beckon me to go
Dying before your time
Religions of the state for funerals
Little cards for mementos
These ice hands reach out
The Ghost world watches
poem by Joseph Narusiewicz
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