A couple of poems, apparently.
A couple of poems, apparently.
Now. But not yet. Stark, unmade tree Violating Earth & Sky Constructed to mock Me and my sin Us and our sin Broken tree For a broken body In a broken world. The cross is wrongfulness on a hill. And then after a spread of poison hours Logos asserts to women’s witness and the killing tree resolves to smooth-hewn wood Earth & Sky clasp fingers, but no more. The wood waits for its Real…
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