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POETRY IS WHAT THE SOULS OF THE ANCIENTS SPEAK TO THOSE STILL SEEKING WHAT IS MOST BEAUTIFUL IN THE WORLD. FROM: LINDA

Thursday, June 14, 2018


A big thank you to Johnny R. Olson and Michael Clay all the madsters for publishing my poem today!


http://madswirl.com/poetry/2018/06/the-shriek/


The Shriek

by  on June 12, 2018 
The shriek,
the ear piercing harbinger
of escalating devastation.
It always starts with the shriek.
The screech owl,
power from the sky,
feathered menace
swooping down,
destroying the mice,
rolling their bones,
dive bombing,
tearing them apart.
Their homes strewn across the landscape
as the pulse of life winds down
and the shriek subsides.
editors note: 
Deaf to destruction; shriekers never stay to hear the sobs, see the stark desolation. – mh clay

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