|View single post by lostsocks|
|Posted: Mon Sep 8th, 2008 07:45 pm||
|I'm now oft given to wondering
Which one of us did the other save
Who held the shovel?
Who rose from the grave?
The evidence is stacked against you
Your heart, it doesn't beat
But before your words poured into me
I was a corpse with working feet
When I exhaled your words
I raised a match
And you blazed
As I lay your words to rest again upon my shelf,
I realise it is my own old cadaver that I throw down
We have been reborn