Not a Rainbow
here as in flood dress
beat his chain
savage on bare iron
he sang orgies
with prisms deep but
bloodless as a black whisper
his worn epic compels brevity
shadow language rending
repulsive beneath their lather
arcs glow and groan
the ground pulls cheers
a grave on two ends.
Copyright © Roseann Geiger | Year Posted 2017
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