APOCHRYPHA
Without biblical imagery
A desiccated oak leaf
Swivels on its stem,
Stuck in a sunlit sheet of snow
Tracing a wheel within a wheel
With the points of its tips,
And comes to rest
Fixed like a sundial,
Shadow frozen
Upon the face of time
OUR LAST COMMUNION The last time that I saw him He lay upon a hospital bed, Strapped down and thrashing to and fro. ...
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