Mark Heathcote

Gold Star - 29,400 Points (22/03/66 / Manchester)

Ablutions - Poem by Mark Heathcote

What's it take to cleanse a polluted river?
Takes Mountains and mountains bother
Takes a hard-bed a soft silt bed sister
That's why silver and gold are so pure
They burned in the suns highest summit
Ablutions were, discovered in that plummet
That's what-it-takes for a virgin or a whore
That's what-it-takes to cleanse, procure
A body of water another sees, effulgent.

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Poem Submitted: Friday, March 6, 2015

Poem Edited: Sunday, January 21, 2018

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