been there

don't lie again,
don't twist the face of death
to suit the multiple complexities
of your own decline.

You are the pain of hunger
lifelike and moving.
in the morning i see you
and my mouth is bitter
as is your life,
The sick continues......
The owl flies in the night
the jumbie bird of superstition
-bad luck to hear one at night?
Bad luck for the bird my dad shot one night-

Why this...?
because you are the curse
i will see suffer the same fate.

i've done my puzzle
-you....... still have
.........your pieces to find.



Poetry by vidura rambachan
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Written on 2007-06-24 at 00:26

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Rob Graber
Hard, hard words! Effective...
2007-06-24