Pang of Denial
　
the blood spoke out loudly,
singing to those listening ears,

it grew from body warm to a cooler
shade of blue, but still remained red

nothing helped and it sunk into the earth
down below it took on the form of yellow...

there it was now, depressed, and clinging to the unsung;
those ancient skeletons of the fallen yesteryears, denied

1-10-11
james kenneth blaylock