The Grafting
In place of limb from me lopped off
poetry
The Top of Keirstead Mountain
High on the top of Keirstead Mountain, morning cold
Within my Templed Flesh
within my templed flesh
The Outcast
Dark eyes unscrutable, used to look upon
The Draught of Shadow
There was a stone wall from which a snake ran out,
Lefty
I wonder what's become of Lefty
The Cripple
I carry a sign: "Avoide me." The people ---
Disposal of Effects
Blue empty tunic hangs on the wall:
The New Graft
Once in a glade I saw a tree
Next Door
She tends her new-born child
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