The shattered disc
Reminiscent of flags of our fathers
The dead in neat little rows
Screaming at the silence
The dusty blade
Forgotten, ignored, but
Somehow worth fighting over
Worth destroying
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Poetry from the Burning Sky
About Me
In my endless wanderings and perusal of current and historical events, I find the need for an outlet for more selfish cerebral wanderings. I am a Canadian living in the UK, in London to be exact, and the Burning Sky is both the visually stunning sunset across the Thames and the larger more poignant sky over my home in Ontario.
The Burning Sky
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