Thursday, July 2, 2009




the bright ones
have all the light in them
they see
the figures marching
like letters forming
the writing on the wall.

and they can hear
when daddy leaves the
echo of his feet
down the hall, in
the dry dark street.

and they know already what that heavy silence means.

and so its drink
drink
drink
the distance
to dim the light
inside their heads
that speaks of things
that remain unsaid to the rest

and the bright ones
get eaten
get chased
blessed are those 
around them
before they
waste away
from what they
know and the
slow dawn that
comes to remind
them of the light
and how it is burning them away.

and beautiful things are not allowed to stay.

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