Saturday, November 1, 2008

The Lonely End

Nor dread nor hope attend
A dying animal;
A man awaits his end
Dreading and hoping all;
Many times he died,
Many times rose again.
A great man in his pride
Confronting murderous men
Casts derision upon
Suppression of breath;
He knows death to the bone
Man has created death.

1 comment:

  1. I like the mood here Carl! You should have taken a photograph of this a few minutes ago with that wonderful light of the setting sun!