this skin of me
at edges and depths
carries memory
the betrayal of tragedies
never expected
had i known you
- before that fall to field
amidst smoke and steel
and then your life a passport
in a stranger's hand-
i might have smiled:
offered you tea.
I might have disliked you,
It would not have mattered.
you were someone
unknown
yet here you are
etched, remembered.
look here
always:
always in this skin of me
Merilyn Childs
July 18th 2014
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