Saturday, August 25, 2018

The Starkness of the Language

Is like the starkness
Of a gun, is like a corpse:
Severe, complete, and barren,

But not simple, not without
Complicated histories.
When a parent begs for help
For a gone child hugged in blood,

Some words are stark and simple,
Yes, as they claw at your chest.
Oh please, no, save my baby.

But those pleas come from the depths,
And nothing’s simple about
The evolution of such
Terrible requests.

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