Tuesday, May 22, 2007

What remains of a person

but a muddied duffel bag,
satched through,
stuffed to the gills?

What seems to be
a trench coat,
umbrella wings etched
like done by grinding
a cornucopia of pyrite?

What silence is this
which would make cringe
that person
to their SUV?

What trust?

What vengeance?

What remains of a person?

Not much.

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