Found Poetry 183

1/15/20

in the rolling whispers
like hooves on the terrace
the distilled wind seizes the cracks
my death rests slightly strange
there in the mud! saggy smells
taken by the sleep
and eaten by the dark

This poem was created from a collection of T.S. Eliot's poems. Click here to see a book by Eliot.

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