Anthony Weir

Rookie (13th September 1941)

In The Dead Zone - Poem by Anthony Weir

On warm, still nights
I hear rocks groan in their sleep.
I am mumbling sadness
unable to love or to weep,
a perforated stone
windowing pain with words.

Inner me
Anomie
Enemy

can all sound the same on the phone.

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, May 7, 2006



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