The vultures are circling
Perched to strike
Again and again.
Are you looking for a sign
Of frailty? Of weakness?
In my skin.
They eat me whole
While smiling.
Lights flashing
Taking my soul
It tastes good,
doesn't it?
I adjust the mask
It has to be tight
If I must survive
This business at all.
Breathing in, I see
Their mouths
Of jagged white,
I breathe deeply
And smile, and smile, and smile
My best role is yet to come
Such lies everywhere-- no?
But fools abound.
I begin...
"I'd like to thank the Academy..."
© K.D. Schultz
A poet is, before anything else, a person who is passionately in love with language. --W.H. Auden
Friday, February 18, 2011
Tuesday, February 15, 2011
I do
in white, gauzy pleasure;
wrapping the world
in purity.
only for a time.
© K.D. Schultz
Salvation in White
(Photo Source: fahrmboy)
soft lush in twilight
caressing the marred earth
ruination by human touch
wiped clean
each footprint disappears
so easily from memory
© K.D. Schultz
© K.D. Schultz
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