resurrection

If I must build towers from resurrected graves…:A poem

Would I feel the insolent, impudent charade of shadows take the azure of the sky out of my eye! And fill my face with the sodomy of grave blackening I have, like Atlas, carried the world, even shouldered the tears of the stars in a looming infinite unending night of grief Shoveling up the graves of theContinue reading “If I must build towers from resurrected graves…:A poem “