Thursday, December 15, 2011

Reign with your finger
on the fringe of a finer grief.
Feel the ire of a furnace
the stillness of the fir tree.
Ring fen and fern with fire.
Hinge your farms
with fealty and with gin,
and grin at all the burning.

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Charles