Tuesday, September 23, 2014

Sunday, September 21, 2014

The endless onslaught

Straight as the arrow in flight
The stone head does not know it's target
The archer sends him forth 
On his way
Fast like death 
Light, like the twitch of a bird
The well crafted arrow
Riding on through the wind
With the mark of his maker
I am let loose 
Forward is the way
On to my dying day

The anti-job