Beckett - Poetry (English and French Literature)

Echo's Bones

The Vulture 

dragging his hunger through the sky
of my skull of sky and earth

stooping to the prone who must
soon take up their life and walk

mocked by a tissue that may not serve
till hunger earth and sky be offal








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