OPINION
Poem: Erased
October 16, 2010
Kashkin
Kashkin
The old memory and its words
find its ways in new wards.
like a distant flight of birds
tired upon discovering
new shores and place of refuge
heavy this burden
through those long winter nights
Heavy hands of fate
just a scratch
Neither the ink or knife
needed to remove
only the murmurs
through crimson leaf
the haunting silence
the absolute, the eternal.
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