new old kid on the blog,
with an occasional
old or new poem written off
the old writer's block
It hit the mark some time back, while we were looking away. The body remains, the heart extinguished. Home is the conversation over the death penalty. The forward thinkers are going firing squad, though guillotine is trending up.
Duly (sic) marked and registered cradling in the bosom of the brain dead.