Wednesday, June 13, 2012
This day that year…
They brought the beautiful man dead
Dead as dead can be
He didn’t flinch as they shaved his beard
Didn’t wipe the torrential tears
Each time the foot dashes a stone
For no hands remove the stone
Heal the bleeding heart
That cries, bellows, cringes
At the beautiful man shaped
Hollowness deep within
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