The Day of Souls (Part II)
Like strokes of light
yawning sundogs strike, my vision
blind, with a bellyfull of pain
shackled and barred from fear
my soul down deep cries
of sundogs in its sleep
their rainbowed jaws stretch wide
to cry in sleeting hardened light
deaths call cell deep
the template of lifes pattern
wriths in parody of wrath
twisting too soon too fast
light is broken, life no more
Copyright 11/07/98 Unpublished Works William M. Shannon