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Words Ned Rorem

Words - Ned Rorem
Axes
After whose stroke the wood rings
And the echoes!
Echoes traveling
Off from the center like horses

The sap
Wells like tears, like the
Water striving
To re-establish its mirror
Over the rock

That drops and turns
A white skull
Eaten by weedy greens
Years later I
Encounter them on the road---

Words dry and riderless
The indefatigable hoof-taps
While
From the bottom of the pool, fixed stars
Govern a life
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