A Quarrel of Dark
poem by Bobbie Kilzer Gogain
art by Fran Barrault
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Straight barren lines
become askew in the wind,
a zig-zag of light dances,
three crows whirl,
the cloud, hanging heavy
with a pregnancy of rain
struggles with it's
unborn downpour.
There will be no escape from
the soot-black sounds of the
splatters stampeding
the riotous excesses of grass.
Earth creatures
tunnel into hiding
as the vacuum of the
apocalypse descends.
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