The Fast – A poem

20190130_110843Beggars strip me down to bone

To flesh; that all but has

been thrown.

Beggars strip the flesh of man

from deep within these bones.

 

And lie upon them

with your blood –

Sleep next to me

to soundness sleep.

 

And when awaken

đeep within,

Awaken in my meat.

 

– The Fast –

 

 

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