Tuesday, January 07, 2003

 
by the waters
mourning fo the dead
this foreign soil
it takes more men than we could give

the quiet rooms
all have been ravaged through
and greedy dogs
tear at the roots

so here you are
hiding from abuse
while the word
moves on without you
wanting more
the scales betray you
numbered days
forced to choose


cruel fate
you brought me here
an arrow to the heel
what a funny way to disappear-Lewis

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