Razor blade wildflowers
Wrapped around my head
In sanguine spread

Have bled the sordid truth
That has gone unsaid
Eloquence is dead

These blackened limestone stairs
Have reminded me
Of the Kiss of Brancusi

I saw the dullest red
Drip down my head
Eloquence is dead

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