Putting on Ashes
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1 min readFeb 12, 2017
Today is a day for putting on ashes
sifting the coals of burned down villages
the apses and ledges still stand like spindles
under the suffering whitewash of an inflowing fog.
When crowns without crosses rest withered heads
and sunken eye sockets spew moss
when silver is leaded, and gold is bedrossed
in the lecherous lands of our beds.
Above the heights of the mountains,
where the red dragon nests
there girded in flames like a sun sewn dress
the veils between heavens like fountains.
