Necropolis (revised)

she stares
              browless
and blind
into the Sun
where tears fall
unseen
unmarked
unnoticed
              uncounted
into a tarnished
silver phial

she sits
          curled
and cold
on the edge
where any act of
kindness
where any word of
comfort
is a Danger

© s rogers 30 may 2011

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