Monday, September 2, 2019

Rob Schackne #993 - "The small"


The small
skull amulet
you found in rafter
was no more, no less
protection against itself
fear, fear not — all begone
see tousled hair
reconnected Orpheus
waiting in sunlight
bone-tired of momento mori
how would I know
a sigh, the relief
now to be with you
goats and wine
all dancing
another round of joy


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