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The Scream
( for Edvard Munch )

A Poem by:

Michael Hillmer

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Crossing the bridge

Far from home

The sun, it's setting fast

I feel a breath of sadness pass.

The sky's crying red

And I am tired as death

Looking out across flaming clouds

Hanging like blood

Over deep, rushing water.

Time, it's running out

The long dead glow

Before night falls--

An anguished scream

Knifes through nature.


Michael Hillmer
Copyright © 2002

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