The Click of HealsA Poem by E.H. Monroe
Beware dear Oz, For I am thy undoing!
Considered step upon the bricks of gold,
Their broken souls I’ve buried under mire,
My voice of embers sets the muck on fire,
Locasta’s tears reflect as Oz unfolds.
The field of poppies genuflects in fear
His Rusted tin in pieces, sprayed in grief
Lay Skinned, his hide hangs on emerald leaf
The Flying monkeys stroke the sky’s frontier
She runs, her crystal slippers no defense
Into a nightmare waking into blood.
The Green to dust, the scarecrow’s remnants shown
To reveal the hopeless wish. The presence
Of the wizard’s deal. Her form chewed by mud.
Reminder that there is no place that’s home
© 2011 E.H. Monroe
Added on June 3, 2011
Last Updated on June 3, 2011
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