Christopher Davis



Midlife

in a fireplace of a chimney made from tombstones
stolen from neglected cemeteries, yellow daisies

blaze: later
he takes a pink teacup rose, balances

it behind his ear: in his brain
a naked boy escapes

his embrace, passes away
into a green world beyond shame:


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