a moment in passing up the tender mercy <br />while sheets of iron guard the hall's <br />empty branch of government <br />a hinge on fused frosted dead parts <br />young flesh and the hurricane in <br />a heart hardly worth hearing <br /> <br />plastic knives of ancient ruins <br />paired with wires for radio pranks <br />and logic in robbery <br />a second tagged on to <br />the end of another eleventh hour <br />to fan old tired flames <br /> <br />holes poked out of grievance <br />automatically sewn on without help <br />the pimple in unprotected sight <br />that shines in dire sunlight <br />glass covers it up, deflects blind bullets, <br />on the eve of a forgotten anniversary<br /><br />Scott Stevenson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/misery-21/
