Is there
Anyone needful
Of these petrified tears
I hank as
Seeds of life
For sale?
They once were wet,
Limpid and warm
Though now dry
Hard and cold -
But still
The salt is there -
Soluble.
These tears,
They are vulnerable
Ready to dissolve,
To melt
And run again -
To wet and limpid warm,
For a price.
You name it,
You pay it
And they are yours.
Early Works is an exhaustive compilation of the first decade of the poems and stories of Z.B.McClure. Included are family photos, rare personal photos, photos of 1st draft manuscripts of many of his early poems. Also some biography and memoir materia
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