Le navire perdu, Alberto Savinio, 1926pupils widen mouth o
tits nip buds and hop
leaf litter of poems fallen
faded under sun
gilded under belly
morning streaked through
words through clouds unread until
pulled in a second maidenhead
of gut and throat
sung rut and groan
drowning in earth we
less than puppets which
never sleep nor lie
mute eloquence we know not
hands doves fluttering to the door
our waking by the tree
in the dew in the dawn
--DTH
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