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christmas poem

three days i heard them grieve when i lay dead
rocked in the cradle of the deep
which i wish to remark
dark-eyed
sitting in his rocker waiting for your tea
i am weary of being bitter and weary of being wise
she limps with halting painful pace
so fallen
within my hand i hold
candles toppling sideways in tomato cans

 



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