Tag: Danse Macabre
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Poems from ‘Of Dead Silences’ by Michael McAloran
Of The- Head of death The seasons dissipate as if they Had never collected tears A dissolving sky Soil sieved through fingers The silent laughter of the blood Nothing More- Ruins of the foreign sky From which point all are dead Smears of dying animals upon clear glass The flies will gather, nothing more Ignites- […]
Chris Murray