poem: (the) shadow of shame

has sound
weighs as mountains
builds in (d)anger
resides on edge
no bones
no solid meat
no color yet sight far & thru
like wind feathers light fast
or smooth like razors on knocking doors
memory in hiding as sewage
rats & disease
fleas
shit & piss
sit in the shade


for poetry through the ceiling. ISBN: 1 4241 8840 7

"Hear me, my chiefs!
I am tired; my heart is
sick and sad. From where
the sun stands I will fight
no more forever."

Chief Joseph - Nez Perce
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