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Friday 11 July 2008
leaf-like the lesions fall
about your shoulders and your breast
a glowing autumn
your genes genuflect before
an elder, ashen lord
cells pirouette to mayhem
the dying of stars is echoed
in your cells’ decay
blood abandons its vocation,
it engages now the elder rite of waste
when will you waver,
and disavow at last
this god whose day of creation
has long since passed?
?