The Breathing Stone

The Breathing Stones

There is a list of names

Flashing red

Tucked in The Ancient Book’s
cover

 

Do I have the heart of a
teacher?

 

The bullets cry out

As a remembrancer

Of shared scripture

 

In this mad life

Those letters are

The only things that

Seem to matter

 

Permitting tense flint

To sigh as it is wetted

With clean cold water

-2013.09.15

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