Let’s talk about death

where the leaves fill the stone letters

and stone grows black.

 

If the name changes

that’s ok

because no one knew me.

 

Yesterday, I was crap

some helium dream

spending itself on a summer’s day,

 

 

inside, I’m a dying heart

a raging mustang

with no place to run.

 

 

Dave Barber

Natural Laws, Finding the End

30 Oct 08

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