2009/03/29

untitled poem

At the request of Neugeski One, here's something from around Dec 22, 2007. IIRC I had been reading Ishmael Beah's A Long Way Gone around then. Definitely more visual than spoken, and could use some work.




watching children die
and then kill
maybe now I understand my parents
even less
is this the road home
?

like feathers
falling to the floor
we flit away when hands draw near
then resume our dreary fear-laced
descent;

hands
might oil
care, about
or might care only

surrender, stupid or beautiful,
lies or lies naked

before shame

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