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Sound & Fury
SM (May 3,1981 / Tucson, AZ)

Sound & Fury

Poem By Sean McDowell

––hands folded behind my head, awake at 2 am
on an old mattress
that will retain my form long after I rise.
I watch rain stagger down my window,
thinking it will soon shatter, and come down on me
water and glass––indiscernible.
Sometimes I think I want to see myself glitter
with such severity. Overhead,
the fan, unbalanced, strikes its base to the ceiling
every second rotation. It is
a heart beating through spinning shadow

to supplant my own.
Later, with the storm disengaged, I will dream
of the lilies of the field,
of how they will never know what it is
to watch your own funeral pyre burn in slow motion:
they will never know what it is to be human––

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I like the original version better..but this one is great too


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