2 poems by Jon Pierce
? – 1 What’s what? Adios. The world was thought; immortality, 80,000 beds. Numbers were children, each one a home. Honey closed little, little paths: long faults too dark to know. What’s what? Adios. The world: Song Immemorial Adieu trout. Nevermore night across long whispers of rain. Forgotten once, dear ground, mother’s tiny stone: the moon. House, roofless; here, […]
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