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January 17, 2007

How It Claims Us

W.B. Keckler

A piece of sea glass cutting paper

a translation of the sky into sky

the voices of children mimicking adults
mimicking a beheading
that cycled around the internet

performed in soft whispers

the first orgasm in a prison

Gravestone markers invent the rules of spelling

and birdsong distracts your executioner-to-be

someone says           "it's only a moment"

clear samples             try forgetting again

try me
 
 

Posted by Rock Heals at January 17, 2007 12:00 AM