The damsels and denizens come dancing in droves,
Shedding their skin like old garlic cloves
And under the willow, they rip off their clothes
And claw at the sky like fiends.
Past the meadow, the flood waters recede,
They twirl around the river rocks like ghostly black beads
Hovering over ants marching in a rabid stampede
They know they are theirs for the taking.
Huddled together in a muddy mass grave,
Tangled together in a black rolling wave
For the lost sins and children we never forgave
They died in the deluge like fiends.
photo and words by k.boyce. © 2011 by k. all rights reserved; nothing may be reproduced without written consent of theeverlastingfunstopper
