Morning Blood

Dylan Haughton

Moonless, sunless, pallid sky,

            Mixed betwixt brothers:

 

Silver-white smothered,

            Leached from each diurnal supply.

 

Is the gray day’s rebuff of the newly begun Anemic collateral for fratricide done?

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