Dear body, a colossal passion Has galloped through you and left you fenceless; Fenceless and borderless--through your own treason That tore the stakes from the sky and, pitiless, 5 Watched it float off with the horizon. There are no angles or inches to you At all now. Now you are drowning; now gone. Of all that was you, not a single blue Vein remains. Dear body, you are bodiless; 10 You do not shudder or squirm anymore. What bloods composed you evaporate vaporless; Whatever pains nailed you to here are no more. She has left you with nothing, not even a note To blow through your hollows, as once 15 You shouldered on each morning your blue coat.
From the collection "Supposing Roses"
Written by Gregg Glory [Gregg G. Brown]
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