nicole latchana

30.01.2013 PAD

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Nicole, this does not even rhyme.

 

Distant reverberation

I can hear it in the wind

Carious hearts, lost cations

Are left to linger

 

I hear the song, an elegy

From my heuristic demise

I am knee deep in this muck

Another cadaver in this Necropolis

 

Someone consecrate me

Free me from contempt

Release me from palsy

I am worth more

 

I wait to be exhumed.

Who isn’t a misogynist?

I am not dead,

Yet

 

I am posthumous.

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