I/
death cast
violent as the unknowing of it
all/
unspoken
sheared/
skinned
of the next till then
the breath broken in the half-light
my unseen
traces of naught
I/
nothing of
..
From ‘All Stepped/Undone’, published 2013, Oneiros Books…
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