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What whisper the dead --
fallen paper angels
layered like autumn leaves
damp
with their own juices
Curves of smooth skull
length of swift thigh
now stilled
And still
you speak to me
of laughter
and your mother's
silence
as they led you
away
The story of your death
is carved
in splinters of bone.
copyright 2004
Kari J.
Hayes |
