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Yellow Serenade

A Tribute to Robert Chambers.
Fetid flesh drips from disease stained bone,
A forgotten carcass left from winter's freeze,
A hind, too old, too slow, left behind and alone.

Yellow mold sprouts, as death feeds giant trees,
Lithe leaping, and furtive glances, far and gone,
Cage of bones, and skulls socket, nothing sees.
Broken ribs, wind plays Pan, flutes wailing moan.
Hit or Miss?
Hit.
Miss.
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Published: 2/29/2012
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