songs from stones/

©2022 Michael Raven

just as sung
in that
song of songs
i am sick --
cover me with ashes
run that thorn
across my flesh
& naked
on my
blood-stained lips

i go back
to my priest hole
waiting
to return
to dust
stopping my ears
to the allure
of singing from
the stormy rocks

enough
of wrecked ships

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