rot
Soma
Whose
woods
these
are
I
think
I
know
They
came
here
that
I
might
deftly
go
Dancing
upon
the
twigs
and
leaves
With
moths
descending
from
the
trees
My
eyes
were
shining
like
the
moon
You
found
me
dancing
there
at
noon
My
ribbon
curls
fell
at
stepping
quakes
By
hand
of
god
or
witch
or
rake
You
sink
to
the
earth
and
see
me
dance
With
centipedes
and
creeping
ants
Two
creatures
resting
in
the
mud
One
of
which
has
come
undone
My
flesh
is
lovely
,
dark
and
deep
Where
are
those
promises
we
had
to
keep
?
Ants
ceaseless forming
lines
that
creep
On
skins
and
bones
in
bloodied
heap
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what's it to you?
who
go
blather
from