Sunday, May 17, 2015

The Unsaid

The woman appeared from the dark street
as old as the night, clad in black
'I have nothing, doctor,' she said

My heart stopped as I dropped through time and space

'I will give you my bones, as much as they can sustain you. Here is my blood so that it gives you new life. I will tear my soul's path to place it in your direction. That which is mine can be yours.'

All this I did not say
I walked by silent
The pleas of the countless
the anguish of the living
the impossibilities of the poor

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