Friday, June 19, 2015

A Verse for Uncertainty

#1
Our lives are mere tropes on paper panes
Scattered and dog eared yellow
Scribbled and licked by tips
that spill age old tarnished ink without a name

#2
My grandfather signed very many papers
His name below wriggly lines of indigo, smothered
now he lies, grave unsigned, his skin soft
Rotting below candles and wreaths
The curse of the hungry wriggly lines deep inside

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