A nerve pivots and that space seeks a scratch in the glue, point outside page "Where's the earth you send spinning?" I shall carry you on my shoulders, complete cremation surrounded by posts: suicides are more secretive than angels and from the darkless side the stitched nape will begin the beginning I shall carry you on my shoulders, in tatters, to read, beyond the wall, beyond those "The body was frost-bitten, purple, devoid of essence." Used by permission of Story Line Press. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...GEORGE WASHINGTON by JOHN HALL INGHAM PSALM 109 by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE THE LASS O' BALLOCHMYLE by ROBERT BURNS MEDITATIONS FOR EVERY DAY IN PASSION WEEK: FRIDAY by JOHN BYROM LINES WRITTEN BENEATH A PICTURE by GEORGE GORDON BYRON STANZAS COMPOSED DURING A THUNDERSTORM by GEORGE GORDON BYRON |