Poem: Black Umbrellas by David L O’Nan

selective focus photography of black umbrella

Photo by Thomas Charters (unsplash)

Black Umbrellas

A violence on the scene
Through all the smoke
Buzzards and wet vultures
From teardrop crystals
To the sheets of rain
Cutting me
Or is it blades again?
Again, there are the blades.
Some friends taught me faith,
Others troll through robberies of the Holy Ghost Parades
in unlucky towns.
There are no celebrations
In double barrels, in pollution.
In chains, fading cliffs
Some friends are still walking by churches with black umbrellas
A matter of sacrifice.

Frothy Landscapes from David L O’Nan

Wolfpack Contributor EIC Bios:  David L O’Nan & HilLesha O’Nan

Links to eic David L O’Nan’s interview & short poems from “Lost Reflections” on Wombwell Rainbow Blog

By davidlonan1

David writes poetry, short stories, and writings that'll make you think or laugh, provoking you to examine images in your mind. To submit poetry, photography, art, please send to feversofthemind@gmail.com. Twitter: @davidLOnan1 + @feversof Facebook: DavidLONan1

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