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A Cemetery Tour by Jesse Glass Beneath us shattered lips drink rain. Melting fists rise and fall Beyond fury. To the left an Angel's Blond tears Rise from the springboard of her agate eyes. To the right The stuttering wind Fumbles among the willows. Always the thread Orbits the eyeless Needle As the dead Call out for us To mend the raveled fabric Of their day. We walk The gauntlet Of stone hands; Feel the imagined lash. Copyright - Jesse Glass. All rights reserved. About Jesse Glass. How to order his books. http://www.letterwriter.net/html/jesse-glass.html Contribute Artwork to the Paranormal Bohemian |