Saturday, December 6, 2014

6129. EARNING YOUR HISTORY

EARNING YOUR HISTORY
Between all of them, not a one could read a
ruler or tack a nail. The gigantic columns of
every temple eventually fell  -  and now I
too fade into disrepute. I hide in the shadows;
those cinders and that ash. Hear me out, lazy
man : the blue carnations, things from youth,
the stories of mothers and dads, all gone. Only
this thin, lazy snake, sulking in the sun.

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