Tuesday, March 28, 2006

"Waste" AVT 1/30/06

The tighter you held me, the further I was – fine sand falling away from a clenched fist

I am a discarded juice pack – wrung of all vital fluids and now useless, shriveled, hollow

Ahh but in high demand back when I was upright and turgid – brimming with nutritious essence to feed your wants – to seed is my wont

Allow me a patch of dirt in that Freedom Garden and behold a germination unprecedented – too late, termination the President said: “Death by tour of duty.”


I am every dead soldier.

1 Comments:

At 3:18 AM, Blogger The In Progress Group said...

your writing continues to be ever evolving!!!!

 

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