Unspoken Words --

Stilled, in the Night, burnt by Desire, hard-

up with Cautious eye, frightened, Aware, the

Sage on the Corner sang, his

thin voice Growing in the Wind, shouting

out Calls

to the Hinterland, glowing in an Old Coat

and tattered Socks, his face

Upturned to the clouds, Devout, unknowing,

glistening in the Rain, begging

for Piety, whispering Shame

is Dead, it died a Hard Death, the Sky

is out -- I breathe

my breath -- whispering, whispering, whispering

Sore . . .

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