" " Words and Images: Distant



Thursday, 16 August 2007

My clothes hang on the line like dead soldiers,
hung over a rampart starched stiff
by death, their arm's longing
for the watery grave below.

Because you are gone
everything I have is dead.

Perhaps one day, you wont be as far away
as the star I saw you laughing under.

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