The Ritual


The ladies of the night

Swallow white light

In nuclear monastries,

And prepare yak butter candles

For the burial of the soul,

Then like schoolgirls

Cycle in circles,

Beneath thousands of spiders,

Clinging to telegraph wires.


Submitted: February 19, 2018

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