Student of Grief
he started at dawn
to go
and steal
the stars
this statue
started
in the night
and killed
all the
dreams
and as he walked
shoeless
he got caught
in the blackberry bushes
and thorns
bloodied his feet
and his kind, blessed hands
like spring birds caressed
geraniums he named
one Night of love
and her virginal dream interpreter
the heavy buckles
of her breasts
the moans
the red
and the secret
tufts
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