Monday, March 30, 2015

The First Supper by Franz Wright

The First Supper

Death, heaven, bread, breath and the sea

to scare me

But I too will be fed by
the other food
that I know nothing
of, the breath
the death
the sea of

when the almond does not
blossom and the grasshopper drags itself along

But if You can make a star from nothing You can raise me up

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