Archive for September, 2009
The Funeral
I was empty . . .
And he was gone
swallowed up in a sea of white stones
The ripple bearing his name declared him a corporal
an identity worn, torn, and faded . . .
A buzzard peered over this sea
motionless . . .
Gripping a triangle with unsteady talons that
quivered and shook
Motionless . . .
because . . .
It could [...]