Thursday, December 31, 2009

and now you die. good

and now you die. good
riddance might be apt but
i don't have the heart. so
chisel your way deep
to be uncovered
when your tongue has turned to dust,
are lacking leather bindings,
tabulated alternatives are lost.
but your child lives,
i shall attend to all its nascent needs
as i ever am to prospect--
to all sanguine shimmer.

and now you die. good

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