Admiring death from afar; <br />A bicycle-shape closing <br />On the foot of a hill, <br />Where bird-drawn wings panic <br />Themselves at the prophesies <br />That spinning spokes inspire. <br /> <br />Meats curl their stiff smells <br />Through kitchen windows, <br />As steam blurs the cutlery, <br />And steaming oven-dishes force the thought <br />That, in certain instances, <br />Death looks better so much nearer.<br /><br />Stug Jordan<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/admiring-death-from-afar/
