Short Accretes Poems

A pond kept unclean
                             is detrimental to all
                                           that accretes to it.


Pace, G
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05-24-2012...

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Erin,

Dead flesh accretes as I age
as I die
as I too slowly join you

I am not I-that-knew-you
anymore

I am immigrant cells, inhabitants
squatting in a once holy land

The flesh that touched you
flakes
The ears that heard you,
the eyes that loved you,
replaced

The heart that beat your name
gone
a simple pump
takes its place

A confused mind realizes
the memories of you
are not mine
belonging instead to
he-who-was

I do not belong
in this dusty mansion....

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