death rushes like mud-water
you were gathered like clothes
in a laundry bin spun hard
you reach for the skies
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Untitled Rage (For The Typhoon Sendong Victims)
death rushes like mud-water
you were gathered like clothes
in a laundry bin spun hard
you reach for the skies
dark wide eyes
today's prints of last night
were all over
logs crisscrossed
piles of trash
decay
bodies
mud-field of souls lost
in just a sweep of a hand
enormous enough like combs
you use to brush your
loved ones hair
where you stare
your heart on your hand
clenched to a fist