Friday, July 27, 2012

Recalling Verdun (Short Story Slam Week 23)

The group teased and baaed like sheep,
toying with the weekend
to the flashing cliff,
A shaved dog with a suitcase followed behind.
Bodies dived down bitterish daydreams,
Limitless confusion, some groaned for
years about sins that's hurtful,
Perhaps hope hid in acid rain.
The July vacation, under floods of loss,
Friendship halts under foolish clouds,
I fear of nothing penitent, no crime,
You're the first and only contradiction, glittering death.

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