Tuesday, April 14, 2009

Too many

He is not looking for answers. Or friends.

He is content with the wind up his sleeve, with his small piece of sky.

He has seen too many die to turn away from death.

He envies the mountains their vulnerability and the white doves their sleep.

He walks the roads to set them free.

He does not care what he is called.

2 comments:

Anonymous said...

Interesting idea.

But this crypto-inversion is so hard to do, to cast the shadow of forty plus years of history over merely a few lines.

Yet, it's a good start. Bravo.

Ms.Mephistopheles said...

He walks the roads to set them free.
Lovely :)