Tuesday


here lies the body


"welcome to my Father's resurrection"
    i screamed as the men came in

the wooden door shut hard behind them
      the trees with cripple bark, the 
     clouds with a melancholy stare

wither away with the need to devour grace
     the fate between oblique women and horses
winter worms and their bone(s) 

   lay out to dry the minds of blind children




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