Fit to Print
You finished with the paper, he asks,
already folding it into neat
quadrants in his inky mind. Yeah,
nothing much in the news. Just
war war war
kill kill kill.
So here it is, the handing over
of mostly emptiness,
and little more.
The words left out of all those pages,
the verge of silence in the room,
holes in craggy earth
all waiting to be filled.
Copyright © 2004 Susan H. Case.
ALL RIGHTS RESERVED.