Where the blood rippled Poem by Milo De Angelis
Where the blood rippled
Where the blood rippled, where our perfect
wholeness was most our own, there's the shadow
cast by the geranium, things crucified,
a metre of asphalt and nothingness
and the breath comes from asphalt, the lips come from asphalt,
the silence and the parting
come from asphalt. The ultimatum, even that,
comes from the asphalt, the asphalt.
Friday, May 4, 2018
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