his mouth is mute
his mouth is mute
the fencing between
us like the land of
famished dust on
the cellar stairs all
winter long morning
in the woods disguised
in hoods the longitude
of knowing how
fractured grief is
buried in the
voiceless ground
his mouth is mute
the fencing between
us like the land of
famished dust on
the cellar stairs all
winter long morning
in the woods disguised
in hoods the longitude
of knowing how
fractured grief is
buried in the
voiceless ground