secret emissary, the claw that scratches the soulwandering egret, stamping waters in the silencewhat moves you now, your plumage newly ruffedyour fulsome eyes aglow in a skull set back by yearsevolution evaded, limbs dissipated, a figure built from bits of tin, mottled metal of blues and coppersome elegance there, beneath the stretched linens of your wings, toothpick bones so breakableneedle dips, punctures the surface, concave bloom of darkmyriad bits of dust reflected in rolling ripplessoft, softer, the raised arm bears the weight of a worldinclined to conquer, but this kingdom is yours, still
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Poems for Peculiar Children
PoetryThis is a second anthology of my more whimsical and curious poems. They aren't so much for children, though anyone can read them!
