Friday, February 6, 2009

Fish

Sinews of cracked mirrored
lace, auctioned meat and bones like
so many slack-filled jaws at
market sales, stenched
and
betrothed to their sick
un-deaths... whatever stars and galaxies may say; we
gaze through
masks
made of
mirrors and lace-ridden hate-filled
gas chambers.

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