The 11th Of March

The romantic

From the clouds they picked him
bled him Three times
he fell, and now sits waiting in the moonlight
as though expectant of a promise made in winter
destined to be paid with patience through a waning
age of passion The eleventh day, and only ten before
the 21st near the mouth of ancient woods

Like a pedestal
his nakedness changes him
and by the jeering hatred absent
of unenthused
dark eyes He stumbles into them
discovers they are brown
realizing there is
no quarter Feels turmoil in his knees
He is the guilty man He is
estranged

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poem by Dang Huy
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