Books
Poetry/Lyrics
Essays
Bronze
Listen
and remember
as I come
from distant France
for the horseman
but my straw haired lover
took the passion
that I needed.
Copper
on my lips
in my tears
of endurance
over years
like a cancer
though it killed me
I succeeded.
Look upon
her work,
at her face
on my creation
I understand
I see my place
I the serpent
in his hard nation.
In this hard land.
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