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Brian Donohue
Poems
Feb 2010
To the Goddess of Transformation
Please come in: go all the way back
to the old closet past the kitchen
where the priests left their wine-stained robes.
Where the arms and legs of hallowed toys
that never worked, never played
are buried in the graveyard of lies.
Let the drunken robes sleep on,
undisturbed;
but clear away the empty bottles
of belief.
For every time I touch them,
I bleed onto the edges
of their granite labels.
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Brian Donohue
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