Monday, 3 November 2014

gloved

he carries you down;
you claim it is enough
meaning time
has overswept

we are collected
in bins
ungalvanized, unsanctified

is there ever a final
fairy tale? a story
so ghastly, so grim

that your small heart
flip flops, entangles
upon a branch
of someone else's making

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