Tuesday, July 6, 2010

a hundred lives

brick and mortar.

he picked his weapons
pushed his shoulder blades
as far back as he could push
his shoulder blades


he rested on the mostly fallen
leaves
the mostly fallen leaves rested
on the freshly fallen snow
the freshly fallen snow left
to rest upon the freshly frozen
grass

beneath the grass were footprints
beneath footprints were footprints
one step from fire, one step from
the pull of immense weight,

this earth had been scorched.
this particular particle part of
earth had been left to heal

beneath the heel of this earth
my heart beneath the heel of my heart

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