August 21, 2006

• OYSTER DRILL

  
  

   

  
  

  The air is hanging silent

  
  

  Like a blackboard never used.

  
  

  You make no sound

  
  

  You hear no sound

  
  

  You hardly ever move.

  
  

   

  
  

  And yet through all the dust of death

  
  

  And murky tears of blue

  
  

  I look into the sea of shells

  
  

  And still I can see you.

  
  

   

  
  

  I feel the pain you never show

  
  

  I see the things you’ve seen

  
  

  I know the way your spirit flows

  
  

  You never have to scream.  

  
  

   

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