Saturday, May 28, 2011

Combat by Anne Selden [Annab]

Combat

The mine field
where words where ever
how ever who ever
detonate into perpetuity.

Words have no choice
but to etch themselves into
where ever they might land.

Liquid ink on the page;
the page itself deteriorates
before its script can fade.

Chiseled chinks in stone;
the stone cracks and crumbles
yet the wedge remains in
air.

Always air.

Rock: Paper: Scissors:
Air



July, 2002 issue of
Wired Art from Wired Hearts.

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