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11 Jun

Why Jim Stopped Writing

He burned them
one by one–
           ashes to ashes
           dust to dust–
the funeral of the damned
performed by an expert.

Smoke curled between pines—
           past scars that never healed
           past glories that gave him scars.

He sniffed them once, perhaps,
to remember paper airplane dreams
and the baiting of asses,
then threw dirt upon the embers;
a slave burying his master
forced to euthanasia to break his bonds.

 
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Posted by on June 11, 2013 in old discoveries

 

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