CORAL HULL: REED-SONG: EARLY POEMS: VOL 4
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...When love died
and understanding was at
a standstill
some hideous creature
wailed
and tossed and flopped
it's tremendous green and
black bulk
around in my red raw throat.
Lava tears
rolled down the inside
of my face
I stood and faced you
a red hot rod.
I will burn up inside, until
it kills me
enough to leave an injury
for some insane blacksmith
to shatter.
I will be left to cool
right down, hard and grey
and old
to the very core. | |
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