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Human Prunes

Posted in Poetry with tags , , , , , , , , , , on June 12, 2011 by dc

They groaned
Like their lives
Depended on it,

Human prunes
With tubes
And blues

As deep
As oceans,

Motion sensors
All flat batteries
And flickering lights.

Uptight with reason,
All lesions
And foes,

Split grow-bags
And loose
Robes,

Clandestine
Histories,
Blistered and fraught,

Warts and all
Mysteries,
Cracked
And cut short.

They stared at walls
And pictured
Warfare,

All we did
Was chatter.