NIGEL LESMOIRGORDON


One Raw Conspicuous Foot

I SIT ASTRIDE THE SUN AND SPEAK WITH GOD
LISTEN TO THE MUSIC!
He burns my head and spreads the flesh to show blood's wisdom.
MEANING IS IN THE MAKING
We take our passage through the ceiling of books' doors. We fly through
woods, green lanes, loaded hedges, fields dust and. our wings cloud
the rain - we stop and hide to see death watch my coffin burn,
the laughing wood explores my flesh.
I touch the eyes of love. He smiles.

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