Poems from emmapercy
Born a lunatic to disillusioned, semi-sweet folktale farmers,
I grew up among the swaying pine giants
Kicking up clouds of dust,
Hunting...
I saw at the very last moment,
In the firelight and shadow and planetary glow,
Your eyes rolling and your smile dropping
At the suggestino...
I have seen too many children die.
Their faces materialize on the TV screen and everyone laments the tragedy,
The lost life, like it was...