The year has courage
rising after such a beating
pushing up from the ground
to roll on its back
without grimace for its unkempt bones
but at least a few teeth shine
to be alive.
Again and again it drops in the dirt
loses blood
feels its spirit sliding skinwards
lies in state - just breathing
just in just out.
And somehow, later
sometime after we've stopped watching, wanting
it forgives itself and gets up to live.
mar 18, 09
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