Deep Sorrow


Her dreams bury death.
They conform the rippling
Sound of fear –
That haunt her.
She listens
As the digging continues
Burying spring paint –
White as snow.
We position starver towns
Which seem scholar
Deep in the soil.
Heels of eggs
Hurl the finished digging
Enough blackness –
To be heard.

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