Wednesday, January 12, 2011

1 poem by Connor Stratman

Dedication to the New Book

Too early to crack the new spine,
Or too late to stop the passed print,
To chilled Melling laying supine,
I’m fighting the dark urge to sprint.

So, dear Readers, please do beware
And burn heavy through what you read.
For the wrote word is built to tear
Into the eye and plant a seed.

- January 12, 2011