The drooping faces
Holding suprised expressions
Are under spires of gold
Flakey skin falling like ash
And a tattered robe worn frayed
Hovering over watching eyes
The beings slumped
Looking like marionettes
Bending under pressure
The golden spires fall
And the watching eyes liven
Cheers of simple song and bliss
Rise above all
Walls crumble and shackles snap
The gray bodies disappear
New dawns equal dead eras.
C.R. Blazo
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sea-salt-oracles/
