This is a very small “list poem” for We Write Poems, found at wewritepoems.wordpress.com. Now that I’m working constantly it’s going to be difficult to find time to write, and I haven’t in more than a week, so this is a bit of a warm-up. I’m going to have to make time.
Dark, the last look.
The last fall. Bone
That scrapes, meat
That moves, Mind, that is
Nothing, at all.
Copyright Megan Kennedy 2010
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