Flightless
Like the penitent
waiting for his tomb
wondering on the scaffold
why he left the womb --
like the flightless
duckbilled platypus
descending in his fall --
so stand I waiting,
motionless:
no reason, I recall.
Poetry by NotaDeadPoet
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Written on 2007-01-22 at 21:28
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