Rumor Poem by B. Sven Telander

Rumor



Near a sculpture of a
female Jesus crucified,

scalpels open a
new portal-

ghost, shadow, shade.
A hell pregnant with eclectic

fronts, cables, shards, splinters;
organic chains of coy deception? No.

Sleep fleeing the eyes
of a newborn.

Sunday, October 7, 2012
Topic(s) of this poem: chains
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