about feeling like there's a reason you're left behind
Vendors plying their wares
in streets narrow and cold
Wind blowing paper in
cartwheels down the hill
Signs patched together
From old chipboard,
Backbone of flaking iron
Nails bent, holding together
Against forces unseen
Dark, magnetic, double-edged
Silent and brooding
Tearing holes in cardboard
Packages open, askew
Bursting at the seams
As down the slope we roll
In every which way possible
Bruised, fractured
Peeled open to the light,
Red raw and burning
Viable no longer
Poetry by Caila Ihle
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Written on 2006-08-02 at 02:49
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Damaged Goods
"This is courage...to bear unflinchingly what heaven sends" - EuripidesVendors plying their wares
in streets narrow and cold
Wind blowing paper in
cartwheels down the hill
Signs patched together
From old chipboard,
Backbone of flaking iron
Nails bent, holding together
Against forces unseen
Dark, magnetic, double-edged
Silent and brooding
Tearing holes in cardboard
Packages open, askew
Bursting at the seams
As down the slope we roll
In every which way possible
Bruised, fractured
Peeled open to the light,
Red raw and burning
Viable no longer
Poetry by Caila Ihle
Read 594 times
Written on 2006-08-02 at 02:49
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