Wednesday, April 7, 2010

Mother said her prayers
by the side of my bed
one evening
before the voice of
my sister's ghost
was heard throughout the halls.
Run, run, far away,
like fawns escaping
a hunter's prowl.
Indeed, if the prayer
had surfaced
and I found myself
in chains, once again,
I would have remained quiet.

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