developed between my
thumb and my finger
marked by Cain.
I’d been distancing myself from my antecedents,
logging miles
before lying down
in fens ne'er found by youth.
shepard fairey
ras
ras
ras
ras
ras
ras
ras
gustav dore
our boys
death and burial
wm
Sunday, October 19, 2008
An Imbroglio
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