Immortality
By Louise Driscoll
Dead men blossom,
The world’s a green tomb,
Dust and the brown seed
In a blue room.
From the eyes of a child
A thousand women look,
Mothers, all of them,
That death look.
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Dead men blossom,
The world’s a green tomb,
Dust and the brown seed
In a blue room.
From the eyes of a child
A thousand women look,
Mothers, all of them,
That death look.