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Friday 27 May 2011


The moth ate words
leaving them undigested.
The Church grew like a prison
strangling the word, the delicate candle
sinking in the dusk with the sun.
Now, the ether is full of electronic words,
no one understands.

The moth slept for years
and its wings were crushed into
the ground by plodding boots.

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