Visiting Hour

We are the pageant of bloodless faces
Borne ’pon the freight of dread humanity
Won’t you come and see us here
Your son, your niece, and you too dear.
We are the picture of everything you hoped we’d be.
Come, sweet, I’ve kept this place just for you,
I’ll dandle you on my knee.
Advertisements
Tagged ,

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s

%d bloggers like this: