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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. Links to eic David L O’Nan’s interview & short poems from “Lost Reflections” on Wombwell Rainbow Blog “Before the Bridges Fell” by me David L O’Nan Poetry book is out today on Cajun Mutt Press Available Now: Before I Turn Into Gold Inspired by Leonard Cohen Anthology by David L O’Nan & Contributors w/art by Geoffrey Wren Bending Rivers: The Poetry & Stories of David L O’Nan out now! Fevers of the Mind founder bio: David L O’Nan (WolfPack Contributor)
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Black umbrellas make me think of funerals. I deon’t know why. i liked this poem.
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