JUNE/JULY/AUGUST 2007 – NO. 16 |
Clamor
Poetry.
Print yourself in Braille
oh war your sword-points
through paper Rasp
blindly reading fingers their flesh
made absent to the bone oh
bone oh hideous
digits Rasp more
as readers kiss
their marrow tallied knuckle
after knuckle rasp
'til carrion
on their tongues
they clamor
with the raven
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