black stone I don't know if pearly lustre it was the stone breaking through or the wall that a solitary wall caused the pain still causing damage keeping them both helps me as monument like a star fallen to earth to find my position for years against a wall I held the black that no longer encloses stone so I wouldn't protect, or divide forget the wall that once now it seems held secrets pointless and plaintive cries to tear down
Linda Bryant
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Kater Murr's
Press, London, 1998. Edition of 200 copies. Copyright - Linda Bryant, 1998 |