examine the posture of the fixed image
sometimes discolored with the frame
but exist to be splitting
the seize is worthy without correction
there is no lonely battle
just a movement along with a clock
as it speaks refraining words
a lesson of teachers
they are our heroes
we breed off the profound plague
that lacks in the breeze
a draft that portrays a known face
absence of laughter
stealing open mouths in attempt
eyes fall in feel of that watered pigment
a clash that those so fondle
as bright sky turns to fickled drapes
chanting to acknowledge smiles
trembling in a dance of rape
we see ourselves seize, the follow dismay
scattered floor of chain-linked passage
these bold colors are born with power
without mourn of the downfall
Mike McVeigh
11-20-02