Tea strained through words
Drops distant half drunk
Cold touches swirled like leaves
Away into forgotten piles
In the spiders mind
The web grew
Reaching to all points
If the world would be so cruel
To the point was marked
On a beach
A rotting carcass lay
Dead of this world
As memories decayed
Of promises of dreams
Now maggot infested scum
A bitter crop of weeds
Blighted by a light
Too weak of life
If dogs would have their day
In this senseless land
And if I didn’t know you
And these hands were empty
As they are now
How could I have
Now
October 2007
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