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cain
burning

sun

for solace

go
earlier

story
sung

cantata

cling
to tale

march
towards figures
in landscape

horses running
into dark
sun

slip
speaking
in dead languages

benefit
breath

i don't
have

thread
family
shadow

hide hair
under pillow

begin
with blood
shed

go
into room
of remains

place
time

concepts
so specious

we

won't go

waves wipe
away
weeping

beautiful
& gaunt
apocalypse
entire

dragged
through
filth

stay there
later
lead

refuse
specialist reflecting

who
in hell cares
for consequence

thing
object

matter

matter
worth wait

sleep near
volcano

stay

innoculate
innocents

wondering
isiah
addict

recuperate
names
entered in registry

burn
to skin

flesh
manuscript

want

guardians
ventriloquists
time

history
abandoned
vocabulary

frame
endless

detail
here

look

condemned
in enclosure

chosen
terrain

overcome
all

gestures

watch
fall
of a species

seething
spectacle

cain
body
back
to brother's
back

bend
time
for water

conceal
cloth

conception so
clear
shelter

smell blood
& bones

mouth
full

beatific
basic

night
you want
cain

clearly

beautiful
cataclysm

born

want

to
go
down

diminish
end

grieve
down to ground

zero
close

exact

alarm

simple
pursuit

to bottom

weight of years
broke
bones of belonging

descent
deliberate & complete

covet
cranium

conceal
corrosion

perfect master
pig

legends
languish
when monkeys make
up mind

waiting for
blind

remembering
sleep

last
instance

sing
long after
your gods
go

in
the shadows

of their shame

 

 

 Natasha Williams 2015

© Natasha Williams - 2015

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