Crozier Poems - Poems about Crozier

...You come home, sitting on my shoulders. I bid you farewell at door. Death tiptoes in dark before looking at the bare hands. A new concept of ending comes out from crozier. Uncoiling has stopped. ......Read the rest...

...You come home, sitting on my shoulders. I bid you farewell at door. Death tiptoes in dark before looking at the bare hands. A new concept of ending comes out from crozier. Uncoiling has stopped. ......Read the rest...

...Let it remain ovarian pure. After strangulating the truth, for hypoxic euphoria. Flies in your face the dirt, the denial, the terracota of superposition of speech hiding self-interest. B......Read the rest...