"of iron"
of iron in my
blood on the ground
to the floor
and the smell
of death and the taste
of tears in my mouth
a screaming prayer
hope a glimmer
of light
beneath a door
locked with a chain
or iron in my heart
on my wrist
burning scars
of shame
deeper than I
ever
believed
by keith giles
*written for "Freedom Day '07"
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