The crows are cawing the funeral dirge:
A requiem for these gables.
The bricks tumble out of the windows,
Down the flaky spotted cheeks.
The crowbars come down,
Again and again.
A single little red beetle
Has crawled slowly but unharmed
Out of the ruins of my house.
Sunday, January 13, 2008
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more more more
we want more
:D
And the red beetle shall live, and sustain hope for the others.
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