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

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