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The End of War
from the watercolor by Alfred Kubin, 1920 Kenneth Pobo The skeleton wonders why did he have to surrender skin? The sky says nothing, its sack of answers spilled on treetops. He pictures his parents, in a small kitchen, another unreliable memory. Was he married? Would he have married? Bullets interrupted his story. Snow coming. Maybe that’s the end. Bones disappear under spring blossoms. |
Ron Wolff, Droplets
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