dawn
Ross Balcom
the dawn
racked
its bones
breaking
begs
for mercy
its cries
unheard
by the
blank-eyed
mutants
who walk
the hills
the forests
of stone
Poet's Notes: The dawn, normally a symbol of hope, becomes a symbol of hopelessness
and horror in this poem of the post-apocalypse.
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