A golden light, whisked and warped
holding babes in hands only to
throw them away into the dark abyss,
the land below swallows them whole,
spitting out bones.
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Writer in San Francisco, CA

Slid into heaven
Thanks to raven wings and bones
It is a dark room
Scattering of beads, thunder
I wake in the morn
poem written in Tanka form