Ambrose Nurra
Ambrose Nurra
Miscarriage
(poem)
white blades of light sift through the
stripes hugging the crumpled form
of an empire of
stars crowded together
for warmth
row upon row upon row
sow the earth with shades of
beaten red beaten blue
stars
the greedy glow of the pipe
stars
fireflies comb that brain straight
stars
taper out in twin coal kill pits
May 8, 2014 Read the whole text...