Awarded an Excellent by the editor of a poetry site..
Ruins of frail temporal minds
once sustained stability
in patterns of silvery crescendo.
Now , their forsaken kindred
hail beyond grey granite
as blackbirds of sorrow,
dwelling in bitter aftertaste
with their silicon dimension.
Dominions from limbo
spew webs of black tannin
as they perch upon
doomsday rocks
stitched from old grey goats,
whose coattails ride on wings
with the man in moon.
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