24 mars 2011

The Land where I Fell

The land
where I fell
The hand
that pulls me out
Through some
contrapuntal wisdom
The train
of such thoughts
Through the land
where we fell

The hand that grips
bloodthirsty deadly claw
The train
of my
contrapuntal thoughts

Children taking stand
all for
all against
Children on the train
freezing crying
Pale children on the train
laughing counting

A bird sings
calls my
contrapuntal song
Don't you know
singing bird
That this
is the land
where I fell ?

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