Raised from the proveless dust Like a shrouded bird into the sight And set tumbling with the rest, I daily give wet suck to one 5 That is a barbing brat Tangled in my skirts; I'll not bother to raise him right Lost in the indifferent dust Under sky as bruised as that 10 Tumultuous spot that got him; But I daily give him suck Because he's the nearer dirt.
From the collection "Burning Byzantium"
Written by Gregg Glory [Gregg G. Brown]
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