August 2001 / Volume Two / Issue Two
Caroline Gupton

Cold rain from the skies
cold reigns in my heart
numb to the suffering
mechanically piercing skin
with sharp, cold steel
Blue-blackened battlefields
no longer disturb me
Death smells never leave but
lurk under blankets like lousy lovers
while morbid white angels cackle in the hall
I find no humor here
I find no horror here
I feel no pity here
I am numb - just numb
I am removed to a cold place
like warm red blood flowing into
cold sterile tubes
Fluid essence of life kidnaped
from its heart mother
steadily feeds upon itself
sucks up within itself
becoming a cold congealed glob
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