10/18/2013

Ascent

He was first to go, the white one
with mascara-lined eyes.
He turned to say carefully
a final word

"pitiless".  

Some climbed invisible ladders,
others drifted like plastic bags

in updraft, spineless forms
twisting, folding,

lifted.

Like a song playing
in the silent mind or
the retina's blind spot thinking
what it hadn't seen

had fooled it.

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