Monday, January 25, 2010

And She Sang, "Hot Cross Buns"


& she sang, "hot cross buns"


x on O om x desire of the whole for an x
undefined undefinable
or where the low sorrow as a fire of fields
as children
as fawns on the edges of the marsh the Moses
the straw & reeds the light that bleeds
a consciousness that bows
ox burden O to x a yoke
a cutting a cross
skin burnt
a stone
water
O
o
*
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Richard Lance Williams

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