dead flowers are woven around her tongue
the cosmos weeps from her chest
earthly cages enclose her mind
the wounded villains escape in the smoke
the judged their souls hard to find
dust underneath our nails calls out to us
the freedom of prison defines
this horror of the broken bones stuck
in our backs will haunt our memories
shadowy blood hollows out our legs
witch's hazel can't cure this shattered thumb
the sun is jealous of the moon
dirty hair chokes both of us--we're numb
your stomach has faded to maroon
but still the eagles cry for you
they know that this was all too soon
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BURN (Wattys2015?)
Poetry"Poetry...is thoughts that breathe and words that burn."--Thomas Gray "Poetry is just the evidence of life. If your life is burning well, poetry is just the ash." --Leonard Cohen Poems on the tough stuff in life. Poems on the crazy good stuff in li...
