Anatomy burns where the fowl bones mend
From anarchy, henceforth the revolution begins
Antiquity of the golden age
Captured by the valley sage
Unconcerned with apathy
There is no sign of sympathy
There is no heart filled with empathy here
Even thou the end is near
I hold no doubt or harbour fear
From within this rustic cage I shed no tears
That stabs at thee upon this night
Beneath the moons majestic light
Behold the stars that burn so bright
For are there signs they harbour life
By savage claw and stabbing knives
Behold the hand that bore this burden upon this land
By foolish words spoken with frivolous tongue
Beneath the light of yon golden sun
That snatches life from before your eyes
Behold the blade of steel
That drives us forward, within it’s wheel
Early Works is an exhaustive compilation of the first decade of the poems and stories of Z.B.McClure. Included are family photos, rare personal photos, photos of 1st draft manuscripts of many of his early poems. Also some biography and memoir materia
This book represents a thirty-day period of my poetry journal. Each poem addresses
the dominant thoughts occupying my mind during the early morning hours of a given
day.
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