The death of a follower
Posted to Poetry
by Tim Cunningham on 2002-04-17 05:00:00
He carved the elegy
in rhinestone chunks
heart-felt words
about infinity
and consellation
Horrible, the book
of revelations
stated exactly the same,
no more than a beast
burdened with the past
is there a summit
to perfection?
I think I can make it happen
before the silence penetrates
my beating heart,
and melody needs
its rhythm...
