"Sold out souls,
Hollowed out holes
Scattered, shattered,
Forgotten forever on the
Wasteland.
"We are the wounds in the world where
Endless slings and arrows have been hurled
And disappeared.
Do not stand too close,
Lest ye fall in
And disappear as well.
"I am a broken man,
My bones left out to dry;
Our bones made bare to all.
Death is our only parade.
"Love comes with a rattling sound,
With a mighty noise
Like the wind.
It fills up the ground
With a rattling sound,
With a mighty noise
Like the wind.
"Fill up the barrenness,
Fill up the wilderness,
Fill up the dry earth.
Fill up all the sticks and stones
And all the broken bones
Forgotten forever on the
Wasteland.
"Love comes with a rattling sound,
With a mighty noise
Like the wind."
-Jon Vowell (c) 2008
September 25, 2008
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