originally posted on myspace
rough draft
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Do you see that?
There-in the meadow.
That smear of red.
In the blighted patch
below the circling ravens.
That's my heart.
Staked out beneath the dull sun.
Staked out with rusted piano wire.
The ravens have been at it.
Their beaks are bloody.
And one drops from above like a rock
And then
in a heartbeat
a sweet little miracle of spread wings and sunlight
is there
like he never left
And as he gorges, his beak scrapes the taunt piano wire
releasing a raw discordant note
that I hope
is echoing in yr heart
right
now
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