Where Secret Risers Meet
Where secret risers meet,
I've heard the lurid tales,
Upon sick gray waters,
dizzy be the mornings,
Clogged with the sound
Of coughing babies and laughing witches.
There! Against the rotten orange sky
Lies the remains of all you ever loved.
Hallowed be thine night!
Copyright © Matt Caliri | Year Posted 2016
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