modern living
my veins, mine eyes scream out with blood,
i've hurt you: Live and Free
are you smashed up, or just a cut?
it matters none to me
i've killed you bird:
sweet little dove,
and deep, coal black my sin,
in traffic thick -
just drove my truck
i did not stop, how thin.
how ephemeral, how base,
how foul and gray an aftertaste...
for what to god i offer grace?
when due to traffic and to haste
i would not stop for dying Love.
© Copyright: Athena, 2002
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