Thursday, June 21, 2018
IT WAS Comments
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IT WAS
the mortal music, the shriek
of the incessant horses, it was
a funeral pavane at the hour
of bloodied cotton.
It was the slumping of a thousand heads,
the gargoyle, its maternal howl, the circles
of the tormented hen.
It is still, once again, the lime, the chilly
bone between our hands, the
policeman's black marrow.
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