Astrology Poem by John Tansey
Astrology
You,
Aries, born of flame
and forged in fire.
I,
Gemini, a gourd
of air, poured of sky.
You,
consume me;
So that I, too,
assume the body.
I,
an idea with no mortar,
placed moral
into your rage.
Without...
you would slowly
blacken to waning ash.
And without...
a chalkline in the rain,
I would never know the flesh.
(7/08/07)
John Thomas Tansey
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