Yawning at the brook <br />of my last stand <br />the burn whspers <br />coolly between stanes <br />dragging with him <br />earth of the lush braes <br />i watch my demise <br />full control swept <br />a gun to the throat <br />yearn yearn my fate <br />is fulfillled to the bitter <br />core - hands splashed <br />with sticky wine <br />rise to heavens -leaving <br />a prayer to the <br />doop doop singer. <br />i like it loud. a whimsical <br />coy churl spent all <br />seeds in disgrace <br />now i'm endowed <br />with a gown<br /><br />Michael Witkowski<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/dubh-abhainn-blackburn/
