A Bad Omen
Written by Sarah Ives Taylor on Sunday the 3rd of February 2013
Featureless,
apertures,
the ice-blasted
underfoot.
What speechless
small
prey-animal
is stalked under a tin sky?
Lesions
disturbed saintly
visions.
The parapet.
Cold
resonances flee
consciousness,
dead-eyed
homicides.