it is not effortless
it is not effortlessthis longing
for blood's images
to verify and melt
in halls of indifference
with no further ado
than a constant hear me
worldly blessed owls in bed
with the mighty
scurrying mice are leveled low
foursome is no more
than I in plenty
where there is a crowd
there is awe in numbers
standoff bodies like in death
what mortuaries handle
in airport chapels
a glass of dark wine
a dry biscuit
raisins under a sky
hollowed with presence
Poetry by Bob
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Written on 2014-05-28 at 22:39
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