From Virginia
From Virginia
He sat and watched them
draw from pipes of bone and clay,
eyes closed in peaceful
meditation. Cast in clouds
of bittersweet transcendence.
I sat and watched him
turn into a hollow man,
wrapped in shrouds of grey.
His constant, shuddering, barks
cough your epitaph, Raleigh.
<Deleted User> (6895)
Fri 15th Mar 2013 20:33
Oh that damned Walter-
He has a lot to answer for!
Excellent poem.xx