Creativity

witnesses saw you arrive

but none were alive

when you left,

leaving us to conclude

the worst about your visit

as though you were

an angel of death

and not the brother

we thought you to be;

and so,

we hunt you down like prey

and will feast upon

your dead carcass

and hang your head

on a stake

at the mouth

of the path

of our vivid imaginations,

for all who enter here

to see...

so that they might

be more aware of

our creatives.

16Jul14