jesse's poems
Saturday, January 7, 2012
Dirty Blood
She once said:
“ your life is getting so small
it could fit in a coffin”
Max’s coffin was the least
expensive. Seams bulging,
cuffs worming to escape.
The puny Jewish sons
strain with out my help.
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