Isaiah Brick and the Passing Dead.

[dadio]

“They’ll make your words
Not quite your own,” said Isaiah Brick,
Full of face, dark-hatted,

Him of short-in-the-way smiles.
“Have to watch they don’t go twist them.”
His words, thick as cream,

Loud as a bugle call in full battle,
Filter the dark street,
Wing the ears of the night girls,

And settle like snowflakes on the passing dead.

[joel]

Do you take commissions? If we post pictures, would you ever wanna give them stories? It's a gift...don't know how it works for you...but it's awesome. Well done.

[dadio]

Thank you, Joel. I don't suppose I would. I seldom write to order(except by the Muse of course).

[the mingo]

Man, there is sizzle in spades all over this ! Thank YOU !!

[rshreve]

very descriptive nice write

[dadio]

Thank you both.