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Nostalgia for the Dead Horse
By Crush_With_Eyeliner
I went
back into
the city;
the first
time since
our demise.
I walked
through
familiar places
and
passages;
all left
vague in
awkward reverie.
There
is a long
slab
of concrete
amidst the
clutter of bricks
and feet
near Varsity Stadium.
On it
(written)
are words
which used
to scream;
which used
to hold
meaning.
A voice
now quiet
in deepest
memory.
And fading.
A throat
torn
away.
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Copyright 2011 Crush_With_Eyeliner
Published on Tuesday, September 6, 2011.
Filed under:
"Poetry"
Comments on "Nostalgia for the Dead Horse"
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On Sunday, March 19, 2023, carlosjackal
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wrote:
Vivid brilliance.
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On Sunday, September 15, 2024, carlosjackal
(2788) wrote:
Still incredible.
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On Saturday, October 13, 2012, BetaWolfinVA
(791) wrote:
very well done... very obscure... could be something a couple wrote, a quote from a now deceased demigog
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A former member wrote:
I wonder what those words are, but I think I can guess... the ghost of the "us"... haunting... mesmerizing... heartbreaking. Really potent poetry stuff.
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A former member wrote:
I enjoy where this took me, mentally. "Home" is always such a strange place.
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