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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=535668" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Sleep Walk</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=535668" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Piss shock hot<br>on sleeping knees, <br>the sudden tilted pail, <br>its wilted contents, <br>evidence enough to convict.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=535668" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Slips into focus a memory<br>of crocus crazed upon her<br>matriarchal sill, the killing of<br>a cock, hacked, dimmed<br>eye sideways turned, <br>a dying sun behind a hill.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=535668" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Red the axe clumsily wielded, <br>but a boy toying at men's work, <br>killing to eat, her forgiving skirt, <br>ankle deep, no longer riven to<br>morning, unable to witness the<br>last glorious color bleeding out<br>in less than insect hour.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=535668" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Not a shout nor<br>outcry but this<br>that is, <br>that is<br>about dying.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=535668" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Clear, this, <br>this image, <br>as is now clarity, <br>of piss, of pail, <br>splattering tile, <br>yellow, shining, <br>bug blear in<br>stinging flow</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=535668" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">and O this, <br>this midnight stagger, <br>nothing hurt but trembling<br>hand shaking to dryness, <br>the other leaning into yellow, <br>all the miles it took to get here, <br>too near, too near, sticky wet, <br>warm, fearful, roaches and <br>shadows drawing too close to care</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=535668" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">and the nervous clock will not stop</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=535668" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">and I am sleepless<br>beside the night light weak at<br>her desk dipping ancestral quill<br>into India ink, a grandmother's<br>gift upon her quieter end but<br>equally glorious to the cock's, <br>her passing from crocus and blood<br>to this moment, present sparks<br>wet upon the cleaner page</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=535668" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">and I am still at men's work<br>and I am miserable with failure<br>but for this goodly work of remembering</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=535668" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">her stanching skirt, <br>her guiding hair, bright, <br>'Lead, o Kindly Light', </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=535668" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">and moving toward the laundry.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><a href="http://poems.citatepedia.com/">poem</a> by <strong><a rel="author" href="http://authors.citatepedia.com/by.php?a=Warren+Falcon">Warren Falcon</a></strong></div>

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