The Whisperer (a poem) - [2013]

The Whisperer

He wandered from the whispering dusk,
his back turned to its orange hum, and
stammered across the fractured wastes
with his eyes set forward - 
heavy, dull.

An outcast,
he burbled over rocks and rifts
that cracked the dirt path etched ahead;
and muttering,
the whisperer fled.