Sunday, September 13, 2015

Pilate in the age of oblivion

something obvious then
like the number of people who've
said they hate me
the speed at which a man
might fall
from the 98th floor
or maybe that you knew him
maybe that you slept with his wife
in a house
neither one of you called home
there are worse things
of course
but pain is pain
nothing grows in its shadow
and no one needs to breathe
no one tries to speak
it's enough to drive
the nails through the flesh
without hesitation

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