Still a sour taste,
Measured pints a red turbulence
Under warm skin.
I do not interfere
To drain the cold people I carry,
Transfused.
There was promise once,
Innocence and birth.
It didn’t occur to me,
The mixing of figures
At least this much thinned,
Diffused,
Inheritance
of endless Exodus
From
mothers
Still
crossing the torn sea.
7/1/2013
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