Mercy Living
It is still that night.
It is forever that night.
All you remember
is a party a party
& you stoned
not knowing
it would be forever
forever
like a granite cliff
above a river
immense in your shriveling—
fetus-like they say—
a reverse of birth
a slow dying
dying
to faint
deadly
department store music.
Copyright © Glen Enloe | Year Posted 2006
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