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- Written by: Stephen Bailey
a disintergrative dearth
her myrrh
embalms for now
the murmur
humours
in healthy balance
hear the word
her need
(indeed only one)
she pours over
the word
one death ends
with a word
anointed
for its tomb
the word 'poor' always
and the word to be
no more
among us
a word dies
because it does not die
on her lips
emptied
of itself
the skin of words
sleep in-turning death's portal