The bodies
wash up
in the night.
Wash up on the neuse
and I stand
with a trashbag;
talking to myself.
I spend the morning
walking along the shore
picking up dead bodies.
I look like a man throwing
wet, leather purses
into another
black bag.
Feb 6, 2012
Feb 6, 2012 at 7:14 PM UTC
The bodies
wash up
in the night.
Wash up on the neuse
and I stand
with a trashbag;
talking to myself.
I spend the morning
walking along the shore
picking up dead bodies.
I look like a man throwing
wet, leather purses
into another
black bag.
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