The Web Poetry Corner - J. M. Hallett - Beneath the After-bloom
Beneath the After-bloom
by
J. M. Hallett
Comes death
And its not-so-clever ending
Like water
Falling, flowing
Clinging, clawing... smothering
Our lack of knowledge
Allows others to kill
And upon each demise
Rides darkness... sneering
For all evil is born of good
Brazen at times
Flaunting
Sneaking, at others
Like a thief in the night