Apocalypsis

Apocalypsis
Modesty fluttered
Haphazardly down
Spattered in scarlet
Far to the ground
The naked and frail
Her soft plumage torn
Heard angels cry out
And the lowly earth mourn
The once proud and pristine
Pinioned to suppress
All intrinsic pleasure
As they ate of her flesh
Inhaled her fragrance
Then put her to death
Reverence came
To gather her wing
And carry away
The small naive thing

©Kay Salady

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About Kay Salady

I write about the greatest force on earth that, I believe, lives on forever and surpasses all else. "All your poems read like I am watching an artist use words instead of colours full of feeling." ~Anon.

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