these are the timesdirty beloved
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18.5.05

Poem with No Moral at the End

...the way all through

his family's dinner the boy thinks
only of the bodies curled like
the knots of pasta upon his plate,

slow, cool, and dying, that he helped
put them there, buried alive,
so when the meal is over,

he rushes back and in the darkness...


Charlie Clark
Verse Daily
18.May.05

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