Tuesday, December 8, 2015

Immaculate Valentine

A drop of blood
in the form of a finch
fell on the ground
it was the only sound
death had left
the last red leaf
but in the silence
you could hear
from far out in space
armies of light
rushing toward the earth
toward the tiny figure
of a girl on a donkey
in which to drown
in love alone

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