The Valedictory Silt

daniel on Jun 6th 2009

Stones scattered, few–
fine dust to the grasping hand
slips between, shadowed reminder
to the palm–

Once a quarry, once
granite falling from the sky–

Once the fist that holds
the stone that beats–

Now valedictory silt– blood;
water; silence.

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