Wednesday, March 6, 2013


The Echo of What Remains Collected Poems of Wanda Lea Brayton

Opalescent flurries descend,
causing skirmishes of squirming 
among the unwise,
the undone.

We are doomed by our own aberrant biologies,
creeping mortality beneath our bones.

We keen into the wind,
seeking more than we ever deserved
as we held out dull flowers for bartering.

We, not lucid in the least,
not laden with enough compassion at our best.

We slid from primordial soup,
demanding our share of sustenance with bestial howls.

Sloth and greed will be our unraveling,
our loosened threads trailing dust - 

we, a mere memory of substance,
a once-promised altering, 
dusky amid the noisy gloom we spilled.