Tuesday, July 12, 2011

The policy of blood.

Take this ordinary heart, for instance.
It is unattractive and beats with uncanny precision.

It navigates in between thin weeds, and hovers in me
On the toughest soil.

Nothing can grow.

So secretly is a moving thing brought to life, learning lessons
As it dies.

The heart and the weeds: tough, tough.

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