Sentinals December 30, 2007
Posted by littlebangtheory in poetry.Tags: fields, hunters, The Inevitable
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Here we stand,
Days,
Nights,
Years,
Watching the corn grow,
Watching the grass grow,
Watching the Hunters curse
As flocks of birds rise, circle,
And disappear over the horizon,
Always in the wrong place, at the wrong time.
Is this why we wait?
Is this what we stand for?
Tell me there is more.
Tell me there is a reason
Why we stand here,
Other than to bear witness
To the inevitable.
