Friday, December 28, 2012

Massacre of the Innocents Valentine

Sailing out to the periphery
was lusty summer’s goal
but now the hollow center
swallows all and all
the warmth and light
that let us forget ourselves
chills us to the bone
coming home to winter’s grave
our names in cursive snow
writ large for all to see
then quietly erased
all covered over lost
our memories like flakes
by flakes replaced 

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