[his Grey Stare]
his grey stare
silky head
forever sits upon
the chilled step
though he sees
disciples
kneeling
before him
he s a e
h k s his o u t s t r e t c h e d
ARM toward the gallows
sending them out of their
coarse skin
and into our breathe
forever.
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