Wargoon Flishe Watch

including the Pome of the Day Project

Thursday, May 11, 2006

if my arms bit

if my arms bit the dust
before the rest of me started dying
i could not write that letter to you
despite my hardest trying

if my legs fell and died
before the rest of me passed on
i could not walk to visit you
or run that marathon

if my eyes went cloudy and quit
before the rest of my body died
i could not look into you face
to see if you had lied

if my entire body still kept on
but i lost all of my breath
i could not whisper your quiet name
and that would be like death


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