Plain American Language

I cut a sliver/of WC William's finger
and placed it inside/my philosophy...

Saturday, February 6, 2010

Funeral (Love or Any Other Sorrow) (next revision!)

Here you are, epitaphs:
Once there was a world
And the world was gone
Sleep, then, and tell us of birth:
Long ride down slopes
Of January's leaves,
Magnesium-colored world.
If a wolf were to hunt me,
And I, fearful submission,
Our eyes would lock
Tearing forever at the question, When.
Love is carved in so many places.
Hands like parchment.
Eyes like parchment.

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