Why be so obscure

Why be so obscure
Why hide in the burning bush
Why leave wood-chips of existence
Why leave vacuum-packed slices of flesh on the shelf

Why stare with one eye from the crack of a door
For blood leaves as one from the wound with only a scream

Now the police line have to carefully examine the whole field
Turning over pebbles with a biro looking for dead hairs
Finding decayed plastic food wrappers
The rusty pocket-watch of the old farmer

There’s hardly enough evidence to satisfy an archaeologist
Someone must have died here
But they’ll never know who

Author: blackbird212012

I am interested in multimedia work: songwriting, art, and creative writing. I have been involved also in theatre and music performances.

6 thoughts on “Why be so obscure”

          1. Sometimes I don’t know what to say when I like something, but you know? I’ll try to do my best every other then, because I understand what mean. Thank you :))


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