Poem 12

As the photos are a bit blurry, I’ll transcribe the poems:

Kept from sleep again last night
By the sound of chimes
I sway
So far below heaven
So high above hell
Frost creeps up
The trunk of my spine
All is blackness through these holes
Of my eyes
Just the wind in my skull
And the wings of her crows
They perch on the gallows
They have pecked me clean
And made a chime from
My bones

NOTE: Also written on the page: “B’s comment: a diver, not a hanged man, think about it!!!”