Once again inessential silence seeps Cold down marauded bones, icicle spine, Whose pains remind that heart did blip, That holistic heats had been yours and mine, 5 A sun shared between us on a plate Bright enough to make a blind man weep. That sun had been a burning song, my dear, Singing what we sweated out in ripe sheets Whose voice got husky as we grew nearer-- 10 Whose now a forgotten knot of darks-- A nocturnal imprisoned pall of blacks That once, eyes shut, burned our retina with heats. How blind, how deaf, to shout and song we've grown Who've pulled down hosannas for our very own.
From the collection "Supposing Roses"
Written by Gregg Glory [Gregg G. Brown]
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