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
Saturday, December 27, 2008
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