Wednesday, November 08, 2006



The forest tarn was black and shiny,
on felled trees lost souls sat and waited for god.
Ripples, the water broke the silence and
a giant silver fish appeared, phosphorous and
seriously blasphemous it
ate the souls, burped and said.
” I’m god and needn’t
explain my action to you or anyone else.”
After this profundity it swam down in
to the layers of silt that
hid the bones of local trout anglers,
I was left with a rabbit that burrowed deep
into my head as the new sun
meandered between trees.

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