Wednesday, April 9, 2014

Voiced // POEM: Zero by Thomas Rivet

In the dust
I see lust -
there is a gale
however frail or pale,
the wind blows below me.
With a whoosh
and a whistle
my oily tears drizzle
to our crust;
our moss
and dismissed and missed,
loved-one loss.

In a world unjust,
there is none to dust
nor shivers in the air.
O few know,
but in our world unjust,
zero declare.


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