Many a miner has gone into the deep pit to receive the dust of a kiss, an ore-cell. He has gone with his lamp full of mole eyes deep deep and has brought forth Jesus at Gethsemane. Body of moss, body of glass, body of peat, how sharp you lie, emerald as heavy as a golf course, ruby as dark as an afterbirth, diamond as white as sun on the sea, coal, dark mother, brood mother, let the sea birds bring you into our lives as from a distant island, heavy as death. Submitted by RW
Added: 24 Feb 2003 | Last Read: 15 Jan 2021 1:00 PM | Viewed: 6432 times
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