Poetry
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DEATHTRAP
you need apart from the dawn there’s nothing on the wall
the forever-departing garden a reflection of your inmost heart
you need those eyes staring at
you choose the ones easiest to forget
start forgetting
fear you fear the daily sparrow-faced silence
violence continues from four o’clock to six
music leaves behind a bone scraped clean
knocking on the fields
no one knows if your ears are ringing at this moment
you don’t know either just need the emptiness of the room
use a lifetime to learn to be heartless with yourself
use the sunlight to spy on a real but never-attained dying day
apart from the sunlight nothing is tears
the garden’s name is forgotten before it’s spoken