Richard Pierce

Richard Pierce – author, poet, painter



Imagine we are gods
Looking back at the times
We had materialised
On the mortal plane.

Memories of those appearances
Last no longer than a glance
Now, tiny shrapnel in the
Immortal wounds we shaped.

We have no particular
Longing for those moments
When we appeared weak
And normal to the world,

When we briefly felt pain
And emotion. Much better
Up here, where we can ignore
The chaos we have made.

R 09/11/2023 18:29

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