Thursday, March 10, 2011

Face First

A two-faced man hangs over a cliff
Swaying in the salty breeze
That stirs the waves to gently lap the rocks.

He dangles from the tree of life
Its roots entangled in the cracks in the Earth,
Making the ground it stands on.

The sun sinks into the horizon,
The ocean bursts into flames,
Setting the canopy of night ablaze.

The string comes undone, cut by unseen forces
The two-faced man twists and tumbles,
Hitting the blazing waters face-first.