Sunday, May 23, 2010

3/5/2004

The tableau
is grim
with
naked bodies
sprawled
in the mud
as the sun
goes down
behind the backs
of those who
stand and sit
dressed in black
no one looking
at one another
the ghost
of actions
and convictions
past and present
presiding over
the gathering
with a future
none
would wish
on a nightmare
not
my life
with its own
travails
because
despite
wayward tendencies
developed early
I eked out
the conclusion
that mortality
is self sufficient
and
does not require
any help from me
making it possible
to pursue
another line of work
altogether.

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