Wounded Flower in Silver Bound

Inoculate… this infectious night fullest pathogen born in cold and deepest hour heedless held in palm endow crosses shadow lowly hill flick across my brow… cut bleed heal scar… …wounded flower in silver bound frozen earth confine bloom to light ‘neath winter rupture maniacal design …inoculate the viral Man hold him to his knee leech the sick from mind despise his lust for war no more devise