the sieve and the sand

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stone eyes

poetry

stone eyes was given love
at great cost to his lover
he cast her down, he raised her corpse
high
he said “a feast,
tonight”
and he ate away with his friends
if stone eyes could really smile
it might’ve been then
but he kept it to himself

May 25, 2011 David X. Hugo Tagged exterior, interior, stone Leave a comment
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