18-10-2012; i

there is a strength,

how now, the tears
fall from the stars and
the captured become

doused in bravery.

(where are the cowards,
with tongues of silver
lagging over crooked
stones and guarded
coves)

there is a weakness,

there are broken bones
and graphite stuttering
over fingertips. concave,

ribs crumble in the dirt
of our victors;

there is a strength.

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