Friday, March 30, 2012

all he's exhausted

in his steady wringing

of time's neck


exhaust him now

in the crushed throat

of time's ever-healing


laser will to drain him

he aware already

of his diminished capacity


amazed to be

this far along but feeling it

feeling it


and ever this much closer

to laying it down

on the cherished earth


we leave him here

empty as the life forms

he diminished


with his hunger and thirst

and his bony sabers

losing the grip on the throat...


all at once... I can breathe...



Content (c) 2008-2012 Philip Milito.




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