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but you and i live like wreckage
by Peter Hsubut you and i live
like wreckage
and the light at
the end of the tunnel
is the dull red crematorium
i ask for nothing
will you give it to me
so that i may share
what i deserve
with the world
that makes clumsy jokes
about bombs with ideologies
that cuts itself shaving
with paper
that bleeds on dark children
and stains their eyes
i have taken to
walking in circles
to mock the sun
because it cannot move
and is the broken witness
to our eternal revolutions
but you and i live
like wreckage
burning feathers
drifting on seas of oil
at least
our light will never set 07/30/2007 Author's Note: it's late.
Posted on 07/30/2007
Copyright © 2024 Peter Hsu
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Paul Lastovica on 07/30/07 at 12:18 PM i have taken to
walking in circles
to mock the sun
because it cannot move
awesome lines. |
| Posted by Mo Couts on 07/29/11 at 01:36 AM I've found that the best poetry comes in the night. I like it. |
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