The fallen man

On the banks is a fallen man
Who is tired of golden heels,

Water below is much flowed
And flows while stars eat sky.

Man on bank needs blanket.
After the stars have eaten it

God please fold sky so small
Letting the man cover body.

As the stars pour small light,
Let darkness keep cold out.

(after reading T. E. Hulme ‘s poem The Embankment)

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