my island

8 05 2008

There is life here, touched
This mountain range deserted,
Where giants rest tail.

Bannock filled stomachs
Slide easy on mossy cliffs,
Decayed, Erosion.

We six plus two ways,
Walked, searching the sidewinder,
Some aimed to find gifts

Metal fish swim by,
Submerged killing machines hold.
WMDs.


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