THE SENTENCE

     The word dropped like a stone

On my still living breast--

Confess: I was prepared,

and ready for the test.



So much to do today:

Kill memory, seek revenge,

turn heart to stone,

prepare to live again.



Not quite...Hot summer's feast

brings rumors of revel.

How long have I foreseen

this brilliant day, this empty house?

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Written in Summer, 2004.

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