Flightless bird
Won’t you stop these flames
These embers wrought down
To erase the frames
Forgotten, and destroyed
Our drowned souls will die down
Rising wind
Halt your marching beat
Lest this hearth grow much higher
And this ruthless wave of heat
Bring us forth to admire
This our drowned funeral pyre
Posted on Wednesday, 10 March 2010
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