Sadia Rauf October 26, 2007

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/> Unto death you have outdone
Yourself.
Onto me you have permanently laid
Yourself.

Lithely you pluck the energy,
Bit by bit,
Edging forward,
Towards everything the nothing of me offers.

And the hunger deepens
As the resolve weakens.

And then
You roll the dice.
Watch it turn, spin and move across the table
Watch it spool the fate that will be
A slow motion decision
Of you and me.

Softly it lands
Dully thudding with the table side.
Shows you a one
Shows me a two
As it sits on the three.
The undoing of what was once you and me.

Lock that gaze
Lace with an uncanny wisdom, a bitter taste.
Speak those words
Sprinkle with a new past, a revised version of what was.

And there are no lost battles
Where there are no wars.