Poetry · Writing

Bedtime Story

Sleep, 

Sleep through the pounding slow

and the beating drums. 

Sleep my child. 

The bleeding Earth will

clot soon to your swoon 

and the moon will relieve 

Earth’s doom.

Sleep, 

Sleep through the marble chains

and the beating drum. 

Sleep my child. 

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