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Gunsong (Free verse) by MacFrantic -I-
The sea sickles
Tears and eats the shore
Culls the frigid burrs
Of plants more often wintry
Than all the spiky seeds of summer
-II-
Upon the twirling bay
Stand columned ghouls
Stretched like a phantom totem pole
Reaching outward and upward
To gather all the rays of sun
Where they sway as death sways
As she drifts
-III-
It was a harmless guarantee
A suicide of pixies
When she embraced the trigger
And soliloquized on faith
Of all hallowed floods
Where demons withdraw
For the Earth to call them graves
And sleep to a purring gunâs song
-IV-
Oh shame be strong
Like drunken feral fevers
That write white lines
Of honesty in shapes unseen
And mock the selfless prayer
To see the pinnacle fall
Into what the ocean like lithe
Branches happens to be
Alive and frequently mortal
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