These messengers the unseen world sends me—
an imbecile, a stammerer, a mute—
it’s laughable. They’re trying to befriend me,
these messengers the unseen world sends me.
Who are they to imagine they can mend me?
Don’t like the news I hear. Perhaps I’ll shoot
these messengers the unseen world sends me,
the imbecile, the stammerer, the mute.
Wednesday, April 04, 2007
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