Winding Sheets
Poetry by Mary Bast
Tuesday, October 13, 2015
say it a thousand times
the child's game
a word repeated
over and over
until meaning goes
dish, dish, dish, dish
dihhh shhhh sssshhh
nonsensical
language of millennia
the word
life
leaves
with each descending
breath, a tone,
a loss
of flesh
flhhh shhhh sssshhh
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