CORRUPTIBLE WORDS

Giving up
on life
life you've never had
with all the others,
so much alike
riding the same train,
train of thoughts
untrained
and yet
trained to kill,
destroy
detach
disassemble,
the members of life.
holding
onto threads
of hope
cope.

dead men
in long lines of dead men
on street corners
on buses
in houses,
in ditches
and boxes,
burnt out images
buried beneath
forgotten memories
the snow white surface,
bleak
imaginary
surface
all hold onto,
but
the handles are broken
by corruptible words
already spoken.

(Dec.00)