Mina Loy - Poe

a lyric elixer of death

embalms
the spindle spirits of your hour glass loves
on moon spun nights

sets
icicled canopy
for corpses of poesy
with roses and northern lights

Where frozen nightengales in ilix aisles

sing burial rites

Mina Loy

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