The Life of Poetry

She lived her life
At the edge of death
And resurrection,
Each new poem
Killing her
And bringing her back,
A tide swelling
From beyond the grave
And washing over
The world’s face,
Baptizing it in a water
Fiery and holy,
Bequeathing upon it
The glory
Of being a creation
That is larger than life.


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