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no blood no feathers by John Sweet

and she writes me
about
the color of the sky

about the silence
of the aftermath

a body in an
intersection

no blood

no feathers falling
from the wings
of angels

death small enough to
hold
in her hands

and in this
infinite moment of
total clarity
she understands the pain
of being alive

understands the need
for it

and her sky is
all i see when i
close my eyes

View bio for John Sweet Published in All Poems 1999-2004

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Half Drunk Muse was one of the first poetry ezines. It was founded in 1999 and ceased publication in 2006.

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