7.9.09

Severed


Nothing to add but...

Do you know how pale and wanton thrillful
Comes death on a strange hour
Unannounced, unplanned for
Like a scaring over-friendly guest you've
Brought to bed?...
Death makes angels of us all
And gives us wings
Where we had shoulders
Smooth as raven's claws
No more money, no more fancy dress
This other kingdom seems by far the best
Until it's other jaw reveals incest
And loose obedience to a vegetable law.


© Jim Morrison

[*I promised you one of the boneyard photos I took in Thassos, there it is.]

1 comment:

Michael said...

There's something I just don't understand: Don't they bury their dead? How come they left all those bones lying around? Is there a story to that boneyard, like a mass massacre or something?