As Two On A Battlefield

by Desiree Mitton
illustrator Guglielmo Castelli
Issue VIII

do you know what shape this
I want to say appears?
some see they say

and then look:

the long grass churning,
past by
like the color periphery.

golden that was
(she was).
now,

you will lend yourself up    and over to. like a ladder,

you will lean your head against but body
straight.

long stirring, my hands my head
imprint. they assured me it would not be
permanent

(you assure me I never was, am
“only

my third slayer”).

and so the gold and
wind
wanders the
spot where we had lain :   look

Desiree Mitton, Guglielmo Castelli, Issue VIII, Poetry
Ian Jones: 1983 – 2015
Grey presents Beau

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