Wheat Ears-Selected Poems

Visitor

He always came

unannounced

tattering thoughts

vague smile

turning the dead

into fairies

sharpened axe

behind door

ready to severe

head from walking corpse

unless they kept secret

the name of one woman

they both once loved

before the wrath of autumn

brought the inconsolable

sobs of separation

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