Guest guest Posted February 3, 2006 Report Share Posted February 3, 2006 Perhaps this is a good time to again share my poem, Crows on a Wire Since it concerns newcomers to the Niz group. Larry Epston www.epston.com Crows on a wire They perch inside the Nisargadatta group Like crows on a wire, Waiting for fresh meat to arrive, Helpless, vulnerable and unexpecting. Parading with good intentions, They wait until the victimn Opens his heart, then the sharp beaks Start pecking at the soft tender meat. They depend on the victimn to be shocked At the attack, And suspend his own defenses Until it is too late. Like Sarah, Pecked to death when she arrived, Innocent and unsuspecting, They crowded in, Drawn by the smell of blood, And the heat of unsuspecting flesh. Mercellesly, they lept into the feast, First one viscious snap and then another, Devouring her sweet innocence, With self-pleasure and smirks At their petty power and trickery. Each word has a sharp edge, And the blades did their work quickly, She lay ravaged and beaten is a few moments. Laying there, eyes wide open, In psychic death, Bleeding, Quiet, Still. Click! Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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