The gravestones we cause
are the bitter seeds
of the words we beget
to fill the emptiness they leave;
under the snow now,
not to be seen,
yet tall in every thought -
while our words as cold
as the icicles hanging
from the rafters
of these places
we make as derelict
as the lives we ruin,
before the erecting
of the headstones.
21.02.2021
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