tozeur by pd lyons


 

Tozeur

rows across dead hearts

rows of things to come once guts

rose up from the stone kept ceaseless derisive

rose of Dardanelles

only by hands saved and spared

a star over night

a sun to someone

a myth of multiplicity

I will keep watch until once more warm beats

your own secret single stay awake all night prayer

a pulse a whisper a ghost

my ear my hands my wounded finger prints

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