It Spoke of Its Broken Bones (poem)

Posted by ractrose on 19 Oct 2017 in Art, Poems

    It Spoke of Its Broken Bones   The language master tracing lines of typeface with his finger The bronze smith’s Victory and Lamentation Her strength in dry dirt bordered with Black shadow All bedlam courses past She lights her wings unfurl With an odor of things suspended Warm stalls imbued with reverent thought […]