Enjoy this reading of the poem Song of the Undead by Michael Williams. This poem first appeared in Leaves from the Inn of the Last Home, released in 1987. Buy Leaves from the Inn of the Last Home: https://amzn.to/39TClwb
Song of the Undead
How loud your heart is calling, love,
How close the darkness at your breast,
How hectic are the rivers, love,
Drawn through your dying wrist.
And love, what heat your frail skin hides,
As pure as salt, as sweet as death,
And in the dark the red moon ridesa
The foxfire of your breath.
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