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Holy, Ghost of Our LadyJoe HallYour brown scarred hand—black smoke Of a burning derrick, orange flesh erupting from Its frame, the fire fed, the Soil flood, fire climbing down Into the rooms of the earth, climbing Down until the fire returns to fire, burning Derrick terror the burning electrical Pylon burning water tower terror, burning bridges Overpass signs, building burning The burning taller building burning tallest Building tallest burn Joe Hall Read Bio Author Discusses Poems |
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