a timorous calamity

2009-07-30 | 1:07 a.m.

I am undoing
I am undone.
Tanks, missiles, chains and guns-
An army of arsenal teething,
Collecting spit by the ton.
Like blood in the vein,
An armory, hissing and steaming-
Ejecting bile of disdain.
I am undoing
I am undone.
He means to kill me,
(An animal), running and weeping-
Reproaching my feeble plea.
Smoke, dog, sack and knife.
An augury, a bird, is singing-
Calling this beastie to flight.
Yet
His words search me out!
An ability to precede me,
Consuming the hope of doubt.
This is my portion.
An allot of myself for ending.

Resigning, I am undone.

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