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White Things in a Black Box
Back from the war
It is confirmed: his life is
A nightmare
A sequence of
Tortured memories
Posed and arranged
Alphabetized
Standing in line
The old man tries to make sense
Of the things he has done.
Plucking feathers from the earth
Muting the monsters, and taming their bite.
He sets to work
Laying little bodies to rest.
All white things in a black box.
Washing all these bones
A ritualistic act, an attempt
To scrub a soul clean
All these little things,
They used to live.
They used to breathe.
And as the wheel turns
The earth moves, and the seasons change
So they went -
Eat, sleep, mate, swim,
Die.
Tanzen Lilly November 10th 2013
It is confirmed: his life is
A nightmare
A sequence of
Tortured memories
Posed and arranged
Alphabetized
Standing in line
The old man tries to make sense
Of the things he has done.
Plucking feathers from the earth
Muting the monsters, and taming their bite.
He sets to work
Laying little bodies to rest.
All white things in a black box.
Washing all these bones
A ritualistic act, an attempt
To scrub a soul clean
All these little things,
They used to live.
They used to breathe.
And as the wheel turns
The earth moves, and the seasons change
So they went -
Eat, sleep, mate, swim,
Die.
Tanzen Lilly November 10th 2013
Published 11th Nov 2013
| Edited 13th Dec 2013
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