street ritual

poems 1 Minute

©2022 Michael Raven

crouched mad on wild
fury eyes glaring from
shadows on pairs of shadow
'he done gone feral'
they might seem
riding red through
cityscape jungles
dreams glass daggers
fingerbone pointing

are you awake?

slap the palmwood
and sing.
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