This poem is called, “Look.” And is from my book of poetry, “On The Bestial Floor.”
Look
© Copyright 2007, Saij
the shadow in
a folded leaf
holding wine
red burgundy
blood
sparrow made
centuries in the making
bastard child
the forest
crumpling in time
under pressure
of chainsaws
mud pits
grass growing
reeds
in concrete cracks
i can see them
and they mock me
gusts of wind
i watch
carrying mist
sever and rob
blowing dust
in my face
