Saturday, March 27, 2010

Death

Pebblestone and roses -
washed with curves;
against the wind wood - its way.

its length before its tincture-
calm and could be-
to keep such things within-

here oh lay still-
earth to break and conquer-

so sour and gone under-
splendid with the dead and afraid-

shaken from a body, darkness, spite, and fear-
after all you want to die a natural death-
and go out like a candle.

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