ABADDON

Abaddon visited me, that beautiful whore,
Not youthful, not gentle as she had been before
But angry, imperious, cracking the earth's rock
With a glancing hand,
And freezing my soul with her hard voice shock,
As she slapped me several times
And wrenched my head back,
And bit me beside the neck.

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Written July 2, 1997.  Copyright 1997.

Two Poems About Orpheus

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