Monday, April 14, 2008

April 14 - I See No Colours (4)

I see your nose;
the slight turn at the tip
carries the spirit of death
like a cowboy in a showdown,
fingers fused to the trigger,
ready to spin black into white
at a wriggle and a twinkle
that can hang up stars
or split a nation like splitting
of personalities.

2 comments:

Anonymous said...

Good poem, Autumn. Thanks. DavidM

Autumn said...

Hey David, Thanks. Appreciate it.
Autumn