Sheath me beastly path
white washed virgin wrath
Shriek, stream, nameless grief
An overture of breath wrought answers unheard.
Shrinking back in grey anfractuous dismay
For there is no bairn to hold this osteal meal,
nor to lay gaze on thy auspicious smiles.
Hide as Asters - frayed and wan
An anaemic art - so meakly underdrawn
Wet, cold, dead - submerged in the depth.
A mirror of swans - They are as empty hands
Silence entire - all birds are dead
All windows broken as stonily sighs
Tear, lust, sere - o naught shall last
Singing of spring an orphan fails to be.
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