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Friday, May 6, 2016
Mom Pome Poem
The bomb will always be hers
belonging to that day. The bomb
will be kept locked in an aftermath
that keeps getting added up
again and again to see if somehow
there was some sort of mistake
the rows of the dead lined up
for all to see. This was wrong
so wrong. Ongoing calculations.
Subtracting an art to count on.
Plus apples and their trees.
Waiting for their fruit. Imagine.