Wednesday, September 14, 2005

The Word

spring when the world was mud-
dy and damp the Word ceased to exist

He didn’t fight.
He hadn’t fought at all.
All He wanted was to bring truth to the table.

When the world was puddle-wonderful
Fresh and crisp with blood,
His body hung.

It was a miracle of rare device,
In hate love blossomed
From blood came snow

- s.m. Timothy Kim

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