Driving
I drove past Bethlehem todaybut I didn't stop
they only wanted John's
head to lie 'neath the cross
It was a cold drive
the neon, flourescent lights
of unbilical crucifixes
beckoned me to
Egypt and a
strange sphinx
smile
Poetry by Elle
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Written on 2008-04-17 at 18:46
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