Now to Steal (poem)

Posted by ractrose on 6 Aug 2018 in Art, Poems

    Now to Steal    His legatees can’t feel In the moment they are disowned Can’t themselves waste-binned A thread of white tape unwound from the screws A stain sinking iron back to intimacy For a heaven’s afternoon in unfilled pockets Of its first home   There has only been A daughter’s daughter Lightly […]