William Pitt Root


Poems of William Pitt Root

1. Song Of Ourselves 4/15/2012

Song Of Ourselves

There is the way the moon enters the heart like a tooth while the eye
Like a gate left often
Stares, at the figures supposed to be women,

And the way bones fill the air, gradually, over a lifetime,
Gasp by gasp as if
To lighten the grief of years as the intricate spine in bent
Like a bow to cast out the spirit

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