Poet Jeffery Beam
Poems

Song

Tomorrow he comes
We will turn down
the five blankets the woven spread
the sheets those doves
from the dark places
the recesses his eyes
with their perpendicular fire
Green he will say
Green and slow
as cold snow whips our window

I'll give up my ghost
under his crooning
under his crooning

From The Beautiful Tendons, manuscript.

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