You are dying
You are dying
and now
you lie there
with your spine
white
towards
blue
like a larva
frozen in its escape
I sit by the tea-table
making mosaic
of your sounds
light-green menthol camphor
vomit
and leaves falling
through you
came I
and the cry
always follows
always
Poetry by Lourdes
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Written on 2006-07-21 at 19:56
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