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Unchanged
by J. P. DaviesThe stringy mass of half-knotted hair,
slides sideways across the horizon.
Concealing the eyes of savages,
who yearn for enlightenment.
And as the sun rises all are struck blind;
and they raise a cheer to mercy
that their last vision
was a red sun rising
and a world unchanged. 06/07/2005 Posted on 06/08/2005
Copyright © 2024 J. P. Davies
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 12/26/05 at 07:52 PM Merely a suggestion Jordan, but you might like to change that last word to something more profound like aspiring. Otherwise, great poem. One of my recent favorites of yours. |
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