(a reply to 'Alphabetical Intarsia And The Missing Persons Report by K. W. Ferguson') o my fatal friend, searching the lair of the worms for traces of my kind passing here, you will not find thread nor hair nor button, nor neatly tied shoe there. the mists and marshes have invoked images of blackbirds flying overhead. the snow has conspired with the wind to set my hands upon the ice-drenched surface of the lake in which i came to bear the child who has drowned down there. why do you search for me, my furious friend i am not left wanting to be touched by human hands again. your anger for my loosing myself i see only in my cuflinks, dry and still reflecting the light of the alien sun.
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This is a reply to K. W. Ferguson's poem, also on CyberPages.
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