Thou shall not coven, my coverings
Unless I relinquish to life itself
My quill quivers in my hand
My body weak but never broken
I know my mind and sense my notion
Hearts are lonely vessels upon the tidal blue
Hue the daylight caress the sun
Confounded by thoughts, conclude my one
My eyes grow weak to tired to speak
Yet empathy shows in my gentle stare
The splinted tears for heaven thrice
Bring the seeds that give us life
As wind swept tears fall at my feet
For I am humble and yet so meek
One heart in love by light I shed
Few who know me touch my heart
And yet I feel when they depart
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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