Monday, July 5, 2010

45*21

A parade ends in misery
The murderers mere horses
Set free from their ordered life
As for next year we'll stay away from disaster
Some might say
But how do you avoid chaos
In the black night chaos comes
As it does in the day
Even and especially the hay
It seems to shimmer gold
And everybody seems so happy
On a day like this
The man wrestled a child
Over lumpy shoulder
A woman there
As if caught in a forever mirror
Death comes again and again
Like the lines of a song
Sung again and again
And in there, life too
Never mistake it

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