red river
by:
poetic abortion (1/2/05)

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I pluck one petal then another
from the withered rose
I stare at the ripped black petals
that fall to the floor
and watch it land serenely upon the river

(they are the boats upon the sea of blood)

I watch them dance upon the red river
caressed by the shameless stain
disgusting was the display
but deep within my mind someone whispered
" Beautiful."