Shot down like a deer in the dark
lying dead, the wound soon a door
for dirt dwellers, bugs, birds and boars,
to feed on my dull, rancid carcass
my soul delves deep in the core.
Salt and ash
It was the last promise to be kept. My grandparents reposed where they had longed to be, at last. For yes, I had tarried. The morning sea ...
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