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Friday, June 26, 2009

In The Children's Ward

confine her screams in a pretty box
pastel and roses
nail it shut like a big old coffin
shake the blood
shake the blood off of your hands
as the children hide under hospital beds
playing jump rope with heart strings
walk along those wide open halls
like market stalls
death in every color
death in every size


Linda S. Socha said...

This is so heart wrenchingly beautiful.

CathM said...