26 lipca 2012
SINGING WOODS
Walking out of the body
I was drowned,
accepted and condoned by depth of sorrow.
A wide circle of testosterone
giving pardon to a sin
becomes sexless.
You were overwhelmed by the missed beats.
Your prosaic crime of not fathering
the words becomes a belly dance
for wrinkled verses. There was no meaning left
for the artifacts, the national shame.
The autumn was praying for the
well-being of pine needles in fog. The repetition
of the outbursts was cold and I
was smiling.
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