Mors Moris
sweet
mother had no other nurse, who
Palm
lines stripped from flint, which
did they come to my life
a poppy field. Old
com'acqua
brackish well water
of coastline
chipped amber necklaces
the canine venison
bone bracelets.
Breath sling
crackling air, you fell
artless
of flying
still on his knees praying
like a sheep.
harsh and sparse
phoenix feathers in your
tomb acorn
howled like a dog to your death
your people
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