Sunday, August 17, 2008

Rite

The sky is full of vapors
like a cauldron has been primed
by transcendental tapers
to brew the stuff of life
while ancient spells are rhymed
to spark the sacrificial knife
that stains impartial papers.

2 comments:

Shirley said...

Oh, tricky! Good title by the way. ;)

rch said...

:D