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I know today
I will get nothing done
I will not write
I will sit here dazed
scroll the screen
page through one book
or another
I know when these
distractions fail my eyes
will fill with tears again
for what I cannot speak
I know there are no words
I can command
to light the measure
of this loss, this grievous loss,
to call out the hot metal tang
of evil, guard the soft dear flesh
under the boot--
I know
I am not worthy
even to voice this.
May God grant peace
to the tormented.
I will get nothing done
I will not write
I will sit here dazed
scroll the screen
page through one book
or another
I know when these
distractions fail my eyes
will fill with tears again
for what I cannot speak
I know there are no words
I can command
to light the measure
of this loss, this grievous loss,
to call out the hot metal tang
of evil, guard the soft dear flesh
under the boot--
I know
I am not worthy
even to voice this.
May God grant peace
to the tormented.
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