Procession
A tortured word
Echoes through stony world
Of transfigured men,
To leopards’
Red teeth and snow
This dying winter:
Succumb, O world!
You sweet into hushed grove
As the dying ringlet-words of an angel
Through a boy’s mouth;
Wound of citrusfruit
Labels: poetry
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