cirrus rose
wide eyed as a child
i stood
wanting to reach my hand
dive into its fleece
melt within the embrace
of this
Hemingway saw these things
scratching bloodink
on his Royal Deluxe
he must have fought
sublimation
to capture
still life photos
of the dead walking
alive
swallowing them whole
spitting them
onto clean white sheets of linen
later to be pressed
and lain
volumes of beauty
side by side
as soldiers marching
an Army of misery
© Susan Marie 2005
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