Wednesday, April 27, 2005
Unspoken words
cling to the roof
of their mouths.
Ashes clenched between
each tooth.
For the red embers
still burn.
Smoldering in their
slow death.
All has changed now.
Nothing has changed yet.
cling to the roof
of their mouths.
Ashes clenched between
each tooth.
For the red embers
still burn.
Smoldering in their
slow death.
All has changed now.
Nothing has changed yet.