Saturday, December 27, 2008

a disease becoming the hero

and they opened him up
and he was full of flowers

and he was our only long
suffering son federico

and he was marched into infinity
by a clap echoed in dawn fog,
etched into a fragment of flesh
that dropped to earth still beating

and he was our dark wizened son
that waltzed staccato in stone

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