Even our bombs leave trails of fire as they fly
with their lips chapped by the drought in the air.
It must be a most curious unfeeling to be killed
by a man or woman as faceless as destiny.
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death's inevitable dark cheekbones
like a knot in the trunk of a tree
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A blush of rose fell in dust and settled onto porcelain.
Canisters of indeterminable origin were arrayed in thoughtless ways
like the compliments a pretty girl receives when wearing a sundress.
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midnight, make my heart your color
that I may rise above the jungle's canopy,
let the knife clenched between my teeth stay sharp
if it should happen that I meet a god as I go upon my path
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