For David E. Oprava
Waiting
for time and god
to show me,
it is all the same
in the end.
Here, without regret,
man quietly steals
all the words
from my mouth.
Sweet morsels lifted,
tip of tongue
emptied onto a passing
universe, deconstructed.
Aleathia Drehmer 2009
Published by erbacce (Blood at the Chelsea) 12/09
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