Shadow

Beneath

this longing
for good old
familiar
Order

runs an ancient spring of

Shadow

that is now
seeping up
into our homes and
streets

Is becoming Flood
Is drowning Order

Someday it will become
sweet water again
in full sunlight
Will drench and nourish
something New

but only after this 
when it sinks back into 
its own heart-bed

Till then
expect this match of

Order against Shadow

to pull some down
wash much away
kill and kill and kill

as Order struggles
to hold
its crumbling ground
before it 
flails and falls away

at last

About Tony Brown

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A poet with a history in slam, lots of publications; my personal poetry and a little bit of daily life and opinions. Read the page called "About..." for the details. View all posts by Tony Brown

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