Rushing To
By GC SMITH
Cannibal maw
black shrouded
chomping down
on stars and moons,
snacking on planets,
makes one think
of mankind
Eating our
dead,
devouring
some live,
convinced
God’s word
directs us
Watch them
woosh by
planets, stars, moons
lost to dark vacuum,
disappearing,
never
reappearing
And mankind
to where?
to heaven, to hell?
maybe up,
perhaps down,
certainly
to worms
Poetry, prose, and other stuff meant for the reader's enjoyment. Web page at: Click here. My novels are White Lightning, The Carbon Steel Caress, In Good Faith, and Mudbug Tales; A Novel in Flashes, wit' recipes. My poetry book is A Southern Boy's Meanderings. CLICKY My webpage:
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