Tuesday, September 22, 2009

Turning Around

Looking back can
Kill you
Lot’s wife

Ask Orpheus
The harp player

Sometimes stone dead
In a pillar of salt
Sometimes despair
But dead

Ask the harp player
Out of song

Ask the woman
Whose only name
Is possessive

And there are other
To turn in darkness
To look back

By even more
Anonymous we’s

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