Monday, March 28, 2005

Confusing Letters from a Friend

Sometimes, it's all I can hear
words similar to mine
but not the same

This is the handwriting in my ear:

Hello our old friend
You should know our names by now
he doesn't want your help or your love
not anymore

countless poems later,
He sees them as a profound waste of words

He wants only our mercy

Don't worry, we won't hurt him

And you'll never hear him scream

We all have been weighed, and found wanting . . .

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