Arsenic Lobster
poetry journal |
Issue Seventeen Summer 2008 |
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The Anointing Carand Burnet To live before zero When the ibex throws his horns like tar into the sun You will only find that when it rains, the buildings collapse into tears, revealing their true burdens As the prism's coppery edges direct the men with vacant signs for faces, homes dispelling fog like boats, these howling sirens, children tracing trenches God, you are such a mute! so uselessly beautiful Like how luminous the phantoms will be when this blackness revolves no more. |
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