Ariel Sharon's Death

ariel sharon - the wall he erects between us and him ariel Sharon real peace is six feet underground - everybody nods and holds on to it with every inch of the frame dark, damp, and cold where silence reigns and the mind is stifled and refuses to work where the world leaves in the care of nothing but the nothingness of ourselves skeletons that had lifted our days but now sank them all only sand and dust to bear witness there on the discreet white is the chalked epithet and memory of the man sealed kept tight and steadfast without the need of words - the good, bad or ugly they weigh not a gram but hold heavy on the hearts that still beat round each and every bone a wall, a perpetual wall between the breathing and breathless let god judge