Friday, February 25, 2011

Old Blood

didn't do anything good
didn't do anything but think
Africa raped and the rest
too cold outside for old blood
bones ready to ache with it

I'll do what I can tomorrow
make up the best of my favor
cope with the cruel test of time
in the winter of hope destroyed
and offer poor imagining

I didn't know and still don't
or dedicate effort to change
the mind protects its own
regard the fatal flaw we pay
for profit with our souls

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