I wonder how
many Buñuels
we entertain
never knowing
smelling the fires
and tasting the blood
but in our
erection of ego
never
realising
the Paris burning
is our own
and the
Butterfly whisperer
lays dying
© 2011 by M Chadwick
All Rights Reserved
wow amazing
ReplyDeleteHow did I miss this? this is certainly a fine poem.
ReplyDeleteMay I do a theme and variation on it?
ReplyDeleteno idea how i missed this one either....holy feck i love it..
ReplyDeletexo