Thursday, November 13, 2014

Jeff Harrison



Once Voice Here

once voice here, her own death-distress
blood-mode like fire
all future numbers having promised
the love scenes under fire
indistinguishable
from fire when in fire
her own death has eyes on our thoughts
the next time, poems come down in sheets
her own words in strips of grave dialect


© Jeff Harrison



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