One two one/ Left right left
The passing fires
Leave no room to consider
He doesn’t know it yet
There, behind him
He is leaving a hole
One that will be difficult to fill
With blood and beginnings
He pastes on a plaster mask
Stitched with frail scotch tape
And his confidence
Shatterable like the delicate glass
He destroyed
He stomps
To break up the grainy soil that reminds him
He drips with sorrow like their memories
K. Ang Arrin
Spring 2010
He stomps
To break up the grainy soil that reminds him
He drips with sorrow like their memories
K. Ang Arrin
Spring 2010
