Thursday, December 06, 2007

Malachi

Malachi, the last prophet

You take us to an expectant end
We will work and wait and die
In the echo of your words.

Oh, my heart is as dry as this desert
And I fear I have been wandering for years
You walked and spoke, but of whom and to who?
We watch the horizon until we go blind.

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