The sky is full

Th sky is full
Of fresh fruit
The clouds
Are made of meat
The birds alone
Have food in the drought

She is
The parts of a clock
They are
Shadows in the salty sea
We are
Shoulder bones stuck in the sand

The road they built
Is the trail of a scorpion
Our huts
Are a clout round the ear
We make
Cows out of straw

Author: blackbird212012

I am interested in multimedia work: songwriting, art, and creative writing. I have been involved also in theatre and music performances. View all posts by blackbird212012