Poem, Weapons Work, A Sadness In Flowers
Bronze Rod
January 25, 2024
I once met someone
who’d sold themselves entire
to the bronze rod
that so soft metal
sucking swords to breaking
moving bodies
who so loved
in every turn nothing more
than being turned
in entry elegance
their loose wrap flying
right chrysanthemum
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