Thursday, June 16, 2005

don't be alarmed (2005)


you played straight into our hands

toylike in your confused flesh & blood

a testament

to willingness


head down eyes switched off

useful


who were you to think you were

born to

to die close to happiness?

you weren’t the first

so ready to succumb

workload-drowned

flywing fragile

family to feed

we let you
believe

flashed the money

bled the life from you


was it troubling not
at all

clear conscience


you came and went without a sound

to zero

what’s the problem don’t be
alarmed

what you wanted

what do you know?

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