Wednesday, January 8, 2014

Hard (Poem)

Wind-chisels jaw forward jutting
                Pits behind clenching pain
                                Stone skinned
                I see the beggar begging
                                Five-finger plate stretches out
                                Stalactites, eroded mesa want
                                Dead diamonds plead useless
                                                Daylight waxes
                                                                Daylight waxes
Can anybody help?
                                                                                Daylight waxes
                                                                Barren tor low
                                                Shoulder moor bowed forward
                                Stone skinned
                                                Unmoving


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