Monday

A Bowl A Cudgel The Heart (Riddle)

stacked jury stone pelt
mercy boxcar heel and knell
thrown latch
picked last
loose tooth gravely threshing floor
     
                                                             i am—

tacit mother shards of clay
loosen coarsen lip and grain
shorn drum
demi sun
both hands stoutly shapen mast

                                                             i am—

tiny minnow shucked psalm
freight and crown the water the law
cramped yolk
coiled rope
rude like shelter bloody bulb

                                                             i am—

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