as the world watched and wept,
we tore ourselves apart,
starting in perfect stance.
limb by flimsy limb, we,
rag dolls in mutual torture,
warring ants, small in heart,
dance the art of a chinese sun.
a million tears for a million people,
dearly beloved,
a number dwindling.




--Excerpt from upcoming Polaroids & Poetry book, title TBD.