Imported on Jun 5, 2009
The Crossed-Out Ballast Names
she confused my love for the cobwebs
and 4,500 children drank the diseased water
coming out of the stones, the mouths, the weeping sores
she is / was
like yesterday
every exit, an exhale, a pardon, a surrender; fatigue
i am stiff, wooden, rigor mortis
i, the icon on a sinking ship
worshiped by drowned men who learned how to breathe
ten seconds too late.
and 4,500 children drank the diseased water
coming out of the stones, the mouths, the weeping sores
she is / was
like yesterday
every exit, an exhale, a pardon, a surrender; fatigue
i am stiff, wooden, rigor mortis
i, the icon on a sinking ship
worshiped by drowned men who learned how to breathe
ten seconds too late.
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