Window Dressing Poem by Julie Bond

Window Dressing

Rating: 4.5


We're Frankenstein creations-faces built
by happenstance of Igor-scavenged shreds.
My father's eyes, my cousin's smile, atilt
and strangely loved on unknown cipher heads
unwitting in resemblance to my dead.

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Cecil Hickman 11 February 2006

another very deep poem showing your pain but written very very well.

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