Thursday, August 24, 2006

the concern her

her filtered lenses
block out the system
that she so

and so devoted to

wavering at the flicker of gravity
in a meter-thick tube
the train through Nottingham
or passed fields

for candy she sweetens
like soldiers taken from families
for the sake
of butter enough

to make their babies
fat again

1 comment:

ozymandiaz said...

Sounds like a sacrifice