9/22/2013

Into Madness

Wherever 
they come from
I know their faces:

the bloodless, young
woman holding the hand
of a cloud-headed

child,

a man completely
on fire with lion claws
and his wife's wings 

folded and charred,

a girl whose heart
is a mouth that speaks
a foreign language.

In a room of dark
strangers:  slowly move
into the light then

name them.  

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