he died today
so he wouldn't die
on your birthday
i know
there was nothing left
for him to say
no deeds
for him to do
it had already been a long while
since conscious thoughts scattered
beyond his grasp
like smoke
from the chimney
to the west wind
but in those last hours
all the people gathered round
to revise their own personal histories
to suit their needs
and wants
to leave their souls in tact
and their conscience clear
someone swears they heard him say
telepathically
i'll die tomorrow
so i won't die
on your birthday
and all the people gathered round
deep in thoughts
consumed with contempt
for all the people gathered round
did nod their approval
for him
the one
about to leave us
like smoke
from the chimney
to the west wind
for him
the kind
the giving
the sacrifice needed
for unmitigated hate
to dominate
Tuesday, January 30, 2007
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