The rumble of spinning steel
reverberates in this shell
starlit and cold
drowning in the afternoon dew
sorrowful sleet;
when the doorbell calls
all sunsets fall to ash;
who is this sorrowful cry?
why don't we let it die?
poem written by JASON PAUL FOX.
You
MUST credit my authorship when reproducing this poem in any way!
Violators are prosecuted, no joke!
I'm living off the generosity of plagiarists now!
(It's OK to give my poem to friends or people at school, if you credit me and
don't make money off it)
copyright
2007 Jason Paul Fox