Scribblings & Photos by Damian Oxborough @ finishmysong.com
Wednesday, May 24, 2006
Before the Cull
Following ridges scratched into sky
By sun dog cloud lines,
I'm guided Southward
Over pastures unknown :
Cruel, deserted lands
(so they have us believe)
To an old friend's adopted home.
Arriving safely right now
Without fear or thought
Of the hijackers,
Wearing garments of wool,
I'm refreshed from within
(a place rarely seen)
A few spare moments before the cull.
By sun dog cloud lines,
I'm guided Southward
Over pastures unknown :
Cruel, deserted lands
(so they have us believe)
To an old friend's adopted home.
Arriving safely right now
Without fear or thought
Of the hijackers,
Wearing garments of wool,
I'm refreshed from within
(a place rarely seen)
A few spare moments before the cull.
