|These Orchards of Birth and Bone
Author: glimpses from an ivory tower PM
The fruits of their labor lie rotted at the base of each lightning struck tree. Peach sweet, never to blossom.Rated: Fiction T - English - Tragedy - Words: 71 - Reviews: 4 - Published: 01-05-08 - Status: Complete - id: 2459154
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These Orchards of Birth and Bone
in birth, misplace
their lilting ceilings,
flailing branches open
to the thunder-soaked skies.
Lost readily, ruined mothers wage
careful wars against the catacomb eyes
that blink back at their consciences,
womb wishes buried grave deep.
No one seeks to alleviate
their seasons of grief.
My june companion needs
to ease the