Friday, July 24, 2009

Mountain

I was found, dead,
High atop a mountain.
My eyes were taken from me.

I was down, low,
Resting in a valley.
Seeing what a blind god sees.

Now surrounded by hungry dogs
Jaws unhinged, wild eyed, howling.
A stone chime hammer far away
Sounds like a bell in my still heart.
A wind from the northwest
Smells like Hyacinth.

I sleep.
In the shadow of the mountain
While they crucify me.

I sleep.
In the shadow of the mountain
Dreaming of harmony/anarchy

I sleep.
In the shadow of the mountain
While they crucify me.

I sleep.
In the shadow of the mountain
Upon which my body died.