A Take on Morality by John Garmon

A Take on Mortality by John Garmo
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Now I fight the wild thrombosis
With Whitman whispering in my ear
“It isn’t far, the drums are drumming
The cannon fire is coming near.”

The clot within the blood is growing
Throwing dice inside my veins
Poisons’ planted seeds need culling
As wheat might be on sunny plains

Mockingbirds are clustering thickly
In the blood of wilderness
Grackles in the windbreaks clinging
In places sparrows once found rest

Exploding jolts of implications
Crash through nights in darkening flood
In dreams growing nightmare blossoms
Pretending they’re misunderstood

©John Garmon 2016

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