Friday, January 27, 2012

It Will Be Long

The words come slow and halting
Up up up
From deep down things

They gurgle and falter
And sputter and spit

They've been left
Where solids erode into dust

It will be long
Before they run clear again

The words rattle and snap
Like dry bones
Tumbled in heaps akimbo

Bleached and creaking
Stripped and laid bare

They've been lost
To a merciless sun

It will be long
Before they are whole again

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