negation

On a day two days after Palm Sunday,

there were no births, and,

therefore,

no deaths.

Instead I sat at my cold aluminum desk

and threw out words like pennies,

watched through grudged windows

the skeletons of trees endure.

This entry was posted on March 18, 2008 by joanna. It was filed under animal testing, poetry, thoughts and was tagged with death, existence, life, rebirth.

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