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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
Copyright ©
Mat Ignacio
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