A Poem Bereft
Chaffed and hardened ground is
No place for such
Young a Soul --
Incense ashed within a
Bowl still
Catches the wind.
Obsidion and Alabaster
Urns are
Pathetic
Home Sweet Homes for
You
Who have earned
My
Friendships'
Survivor
Wrath...
for The Ninos
17 April, 2011
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