Here is what is left of it.
BLACK NIGHT
Pa dead—a bullet in his head—
in the garden.
White bodies press
against the doorjamb.
Ma scream—
the house burn down.
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"This is the way the world ends / Not with a bang but a whimper." --T.S. Eliot, "The Hollow Men."
I will cleave until the white ugly heart of your skull is barren and yet I shall love you to the uttermost days of my life.
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