Meet me in the courtyard where the blood no longer flows

You and I sipping tea
wrought iron stylish in ancient design
umbrella faded to blue just so
violet clematis
climbing
reaching
divine
but hiding sins etched in walls
which leaves us sacred in our time

 

bodies marched out lined up
backs against the brick
against the wall
so to speak
confessional sins
then onward to die

ready…
aim…
the anxious burn before the fire…

wall too high for them to climb
still they try
leaving nails of desperate death behind

 
 

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About Kurt Brindley

He is tall but he hopes to accomplish more in life than just that...
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