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ghazal sequence zip poetry Archangelicghazal
the foreign hostage
scraped in the dust
her last word “Gabriel”
anglo-saxon
not in my skin
a wicked red burn like Gabriel
quintuple amputee
can’t you heal us?
sure, ask Gabriel
louder still
the ones in white
their cloud-soft hands sign “Gabriel”
twelve thousand years
in want of oil
bronze forms pledged to Gabriel
dance-mistress
takes up a gavotte,
imagines fair Gabriel
I scorn your guns;
leave them be —
rising, I call on Gabriel
soma sweet
inebriate me
I have dwelt with Gabriel
brothers
that’s no feather
but the last gift of Gabriel
darling
what have we done?
our lives are bare without Gabriel
beside the lake
no bee stirs
no thrush sings mourning Gabriel
on their knees
a bloody oath
to die or to find Gabriel
a newborn
too weak to cry
stops mid-breath: it is Gabriel |
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