Thursday, February 18, 2016

Iceman’s Valentine

First I let the sunlight
filter through the paper
the pure paper soon
to be stained with words
scrawled and crossed-out
tattoo-like screeching
on the lovely body
of the page like lines
on a prison wall
to count the days
how many times already
has the iceman returned
how did the ones who found
his numbered body know
somehow exactly where to look
if he himself wasn’t among them

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