Very Bad Archive
we then
shaun hull
and then we
and some time called december
towards winter rage
to frost abundant scream
cold we stung to sing and quench
and stole that bit of mockery
watching close our eyes
fleecing a sense of foe
nothing else mattered really
we were about to die for them
a death throne was our perch
our eye to that we no longer lived
and dance and then some more
shaun hull has published 2 more terrible poems since joining on 30/11/99. Read more of shaun's terrible poetry at the anthology. Here are three of shaun's latest works: