The wind sings
As it rushes past
Laughing around your face
Fixed
That twitchy smile
by ice and time and age.
The dirt in your nails
immortalised
Strand of black hair
new on your scalp.
Ice Man
So long I have waited
To have the last laugh.
Wednesday, November 28, 2007
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