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Poems by Inchiki



 


after the apology



a bird in the sky
lifts my heart
cloud filaments tumble
and grow misshapen
it is summer
my eyes are dry and tight
all my illnesses have
spilled away

on the worksite
some large equipment
is pouring concrete
fixing it all - fixing everything
i feel it as little shivers

at a table in an empty room
a plate of food arrives
but nothing is edible today
this is how things will be
from now on








Poison Bomb  2008