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ours, still

by  strangetantrum

Posted: Monday, May 24, 2004
Word Count: 44
Summary: a first poem.




ours, still:
eyes,
unwound,

thread

fractured blue horizons through monuments
of fisted bone. a fugitive rage has exhausted speech.
jaws, heat-

cracked,
exhume
a compound waste. here, hunger feeds only on itself.

of yet human form, enciphered
ruins, horror-
worn, remain.




it is enough.