Deborah Cox Poems

The waters break

as a life writ in water
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Her castle walls are falling:

one day each brick shall call
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Fissures fall as a deluge

straight from a pitch-black sky;
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Nobody traced a sonnet with any other view

than the intense one you cast on one you pitied and then slew -
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The folds in his neck

are sorer, hotter, wetter,
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Colouring glass,
green light's unmoving
that the green light might pass.
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Salt has turned to sand

and shelled out silences
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Formlessness is emptiness

for words are made of matter:
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Stunned to wakefulness

as if contracting too fast,
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Rocking the baby

as a gap between curtains
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