Sunday, May 4, 2008

She Walks Off


Games, she plays for keeps.
To maintain her pet shadows,
Her anchors to the past;
Turning ears stripped,
Eyes gouged off and dry,
She walks off, bosom proud.

Who knows if the crisp leaves
From her manicured branches
Shall ever cease their shed;
To find another reason for roots
Stabbing the throbbing earth,
A new child defiled.

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