The stomach cloud
Sinking like stoney silence
Unfinished business
Or unforgiven delay
A scattered herd
Running scared but not over
Dust ridden movement
On a still, sunless day
A mouth overworked
Scarring as spoken sad
Light laden truths
Cover a dense unrhyming word
Or eyes seeing nothing
Refracting with their light
A massacre of form
Floating above earth-beds
Angela Sidoti © 2011
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