naked…
turn away, can’t bear to be seen
stripped, all stitches
standing small, head in hands
wracked by swift death
who comes sudden
bone in throat,
rusty eye
I have brought you nothing…
salt and blood
have sealed this pact
all is barren
because I am barren
holding the husk
of what once was a man
© JR Maston 2007
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