Golem Poem by Leslie Philibert

Golem



unholy earth, dark with stein,
unformed loam at birth;
a worded child of mud,

fingernail skinned blacklack eyes
peek out of a ball of wet slam,
a groundling that waves like a black branch

across the sleeping fields,
see a shadow under the cold grass,
near in sight under a crust of frost.

Monday, March 13, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: death
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