Poem 8 Revised

Analysis in 368

We are the grey-green men and women:
Dried flowers between pages. Preserved
So that all these young men and women may scribble
Irony in the margins. Circle the two dollar words.

I have an opinion about this conflict,
Have reason to contribute
Because I’ve made similar choices.
These voices are not shades of reality
They sit down to dinners; they raise voices;

They fail. And we fail with them. All
Together like a family. All together bracing
Until the final letters, when the hinged spine
Compresses them to forgetfulness. All together…

Invested like our own brothers and sisters:
Take unfairness across the cheek. I know you
So well, need you so much to define me:
Green-grey archetypes chewed from

Reality. The gum of life becomes the cloth-clothed
Shadows of triumph and turning until we know them
Better than ourselves and we belong to the
Loose leaf love story of a protagonist lost

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