Alphabet of Madness:
The Language of the Iconoclast
December 10, 2011
Untitled for the Holidays
I have written
Many poems –
About you;
And
About death.
They were mine;
Personal and unshared.
But this poem,
This poem is yours –
About both.
For the first time.
Yours.
But you can’t
Hear it.
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