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	       Who
	     Are  you
	   Who is born
	 In the next room
       So  loud  to  my own
     That I can hear the womb
   Opening  and  the  dark  run
 Over the ghost and the dropped son
Behind the wall thin as a wren's bone?
 In the birth  bloody room unknown
  To the  burn and  turn of time
     And the heart print of man
	Bows   no   baptism
	  But dark  alone
	   Blessing on
	     The wild
	      Child.

Added: 3 Sep 2001 | Last Read: 7 Nov 2009 7:14 PM | Viewed: 7317 times

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