Elegy – 1

body numb

mind on hold

tremor in the hands and voice

fingers and feet on ice

stomach churning

head spinning

lips dried out

 

when will the ears have to hear,

or, the eyes read

what must have been long in process

 

how hot, the blaze on the corpse?

how deep, the cut in the heart?

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