Description
Poetry The Bloodlines of Leaves The bloodlines of leaves
map their way through the palms of your hands,
words dripping like dream
from your No ceremonies pounding
No holiness here
No ghosts to round up,
only an occasional choppy This is autumn.
The witching bird has flown
The highways are all deserted if you
look There is nothing here
to save or
to fear.
Sometimes it is best
to simply let a wound bleed.
map their way through the palms of your hands,
words dripping like dream
from your No ceremonies pounding
No holiness here
No ghosts to round up,
only an occasional choppy This is autumn.
The witching bird has flown
The highways are all deserted if you
look There is nothing here
to save or
to fear.
Sometimes it is best
to simply let a wound bleed.
Détails du livre
Format
Broché
Pages
41 pages
Langue
Anglais
Publié
juin 15, 2001
Éditeur
March Street Pr
ISBN-10
1882983696
ISBN-13
9781882983698