The purple billow of battle
Of stars leaf-stripped.
With broken brows, silvery arms
The night beckons to dying soldiers.
In the autumnal ash-tree’s shade
The ghosts of the killed are sighing.
Thorny wilderness surrounds the town.
From steps that bleeds the moon
Drives off dumbfounded women.
Wild wolves have burst through the gate.
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A paleness, resting in the shadow of decayed staircases –
And wanders under the cloister.In coolness of a tree and without painThe perfect breathesAnd does not need the autumnal stars –Thorns over which the other falls.Lovers ponder long afterHis sad fall.
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From the roof’s edge a shadow descends.The window empties itself without a word.Up the stairs, below one’s breath, the rats cavort.And the scuttling whistles here and thereand the grizzly whiff of your human stinkgives you away,the ghost in the moonlight trembles through and throughand their bottomless greed tugs at youand the houses and barns comply,pregnant…
You dark mouth inside me,
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