A statue fragment in La Ruinas de Copan, Honduras. Picture taken in 2001.
A poem that appears in my book: Porcina – A Voice From the Shadows by Trafford Publishing.
Crimson City
Reaching out with arms
Made bloody
From a night of mourning.
I grasp at wisps of yearning.
Christ; but I have fought
The royal fight
And taken issue with
The blasphemies poured
Upon your name and
Lost one hundred nights of sleep.
Still, I am waiting
Here within the portals
Of this bleak and crimson city
By the shore.
