When One Pulls Fire Like Teeth From The Earth #01- Miners of coal, unmoored
Miners unmoored, swim about their rib cages,Pilot-fish blind,They search for sensible wallsthat whisper: “Yours, the falling, has ended” Weary waitresses Continue reading
Miners unmoored, swim about their rib cages,Pilot-fish blind,They search for sensible wallsthat whisper: “Yours, the falling, has ended” Weary waitresses Continue reading
Now we walk the bone-crunching beach The wind, the sunset, the turn to face away The ships at moor in Continue reading
