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WAR OF ATTRITION

 

 

Looking back

they saw

 

what wore them

down was not

 

their in-

constancy,

 

their constant

frictions,

 

but how to love,

honor and obey

 

a life made up

of fictions.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

      

WORD OF MOUTH


Imaginary burning
Words of moth

In flame, spreading
Like wildfire,

Never again.
 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

THE PRESENTIMENT                                   

 

 

Verily we feel

Our bones shall follow

 

The wake,

To wake

 

In the dark

Of the morrow,

 

To find the glow-

Worm's glimmer,

 

Its spineless undulating underbelly

Underpinning

 

Our very marrow.