Monday, January 13, 2003
Dead March Comments
Rating: ★2.9
Under the bunker, where the reek of kerosene
Prepared the marriage rite, leader and whore,
Imperfect kindling even in this wind, burn on.
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7/26/2025 2:31:49 PM # 1.0.0
Perfection is not possible in humans or in the works of their hands or minds- -yet this is perfect. Not a word out of place, not an emotion left untouched. The last two lines are, I swear, , perfect. - - - - - And not far from the pits, these bones of ours, Burned, bleached, and splintering, are shoveled, ready for the fields.