Monday, 22 August 2011

Where Death is Hiding

It's in the pavings of the street
it's in every single soul of whom we meet 
it crawls along the hospital walls 
it stretches great heights and goes great falls.

It's in the boom of a thunder clap
it's in the darkness, a looming gap
It's  in a person's deadly gaze 
it's in the calender, counting down days. 

It's on every mile, of every road 
it's in the water, far down below
it's in the earth itself, forever there
it is always crouching, always prepared. 

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