how can such these empty things
present,
and yet maintain,
such a convincing façade
of depth
and breadth
remaining so
for years on end
deceiving this
once-young
sacrificial lamb
on toward and atop
this cross of stone
heart mended so
often now
as to resemble a newly
skinned baseball
but no heart
now the lingering thread
of that final slipknot
has presently been pulled
yarn curls down
and coils itself
at hoof level now
as mary knits a crown
Thursday, August 23, 2007
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