Saturday, July 14, 2007

The pile

words pile up.
congested.
infused with
the sacrifices
of lost ones.
compelling them
forward. past
erasures and
omissions. telling
tales of their
own obituaries
before the funeral.
processions of
image tumble
upon on another.
splattered with
blood and irony.
emerging with
no form. they
never had a
chance
to breathe.

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