The Last Cry
First poem composed in September 1975
The dust of my being
Should always burn
Scatter me in a desert
Like a gust of wind
Or, if you are desirous to save me
Save me — I am a wrecked ship
The dust of my being
Should always burn
Scatter me in a desert
Like a gust of wind
Or, if you are desirous to save me
Save me — I am a wrecked ship
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