this wound
that will not spill but thrills still
and dry
awaits the moon
a girl awaits
the blood that will not come
the mouth is closed
the sun
too soon wound round
in cloud awakes no song
no hue
the child is overdue
--words and photocollage by DTH
Saturday, May 23, 2009
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