Friday, November 3, 2017

( Part 2 and 3 )

Above-below the din
A few quiet men
Observe the cells fragility

How Monday's child
Makes Tuesday's vegetable
And Wednesday's petrifies
The leaf to mineral
While Friday sparks the whole in fire
And Sunday's elements disperse
And rise in air.

The stone in my hand
IS my hand
And stamped with tracings of
A once green blooded frond,
Is here is gone, will come
Was fire, and green, and water,
Will be wind. 

From the Hangman Ties the Holly
By Anne Wilkinson

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