Not looking at the human but the x-rays
Showing the fracture that is long healed
Until the eye focuses through the film
On the snow falling outside the window
Not understanding that there's a person
But fitting a life into the context
Of other stories and expecting similarities
With a whole different from this body
A tiger stalks the autumn leaves
We have shadows for eyes
Under the white the land is dead
The autumn leaves scatter like butterflies
We have rationally deranged our perspective
After the snow there is stillness
Sunday, January 11, 2009
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