17 October 2013

Digger

Grave_Trns

I’ve always known

But buried it deep

Layers deep

Beneath the sod

Take this cup

Pour it out

.

Pour me out

Silent knowledge

That waits and builds

Into / from the

Certainty

Of death

.

The turning / returning

Of the black motif

The hard truth

That bites deep

We are not long

For this world

.

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