Gilt monstrance’s shade-darkening rays haycoloured and cancerous
Warmth of grace, warmth of sense of place, warmth of day
Aching limbs yet livid in till-skimming winter, woundlicker
Sore as a skinned cad’s salting, melancholy internment
Frost-steeled Earthface returns spades, clod unglaived
Wine cooling caves where the graveless claimed await warmer days
My assaulted armature swaddled and balmed, poultices
Placed upon the woundclusters threatening greatest harm
Arms long dormant.
Alchemisland 
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