The mercy killings start
In the heart
The house in the photo
Is an indicator
Of what we know
Of the land
The strength it takes
To build and maintain.
Something happens
To the stories
We tell ourselves
Late at night
They become longer
More thrilling
We liken ourselves
To be the heroes and heroines
We urge darker skin
On the unsuspecting
Victim
In the mirror.
(c) jim hill (2-27-03)
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