Welcome child, to Odin's wasteland -
the Aloe Garden has died
Your mother ate the poisoned fruit
and beckoned a century's worth of flies
She spawned you from a womb of plague
and lets you crawl around
sifting through ash, in search of Nakir's
blessing kiss
You await the destruction, like so many other
broken children who drown in a pool
of blood, rust and mud
The birds swarm overhead
counting carcasses in strange
mathematical sums
You're one of the last alive
in the heathen land, the fire canyon
Author notes
Mohammed-AlSulaiti
A contest entry
- Pic Prompt by Riamh.
600 points, ended September 21, 2008, 10 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Comments
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Wonderful poem. Well penned. Best of luck in the contest.
Be well
Slayer
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