Hey everyone, this is the actual first "Claffactory or TroBriand" poem I wrote a few weeks ago. They're meant to be read the first time starting with this one (#9) and going backwards as each one is posted. Then after that take a week off and then read them starting from #1 and going to #9 in on continuous block. We'll talk about the meaning of the title in "Claffactory or TroBriand #7: The Life and Times of a Wood Pile."
Claffactory or TroBriand #9: The Island Gifts
What bleeds the bloodless heart
but ash?
What thinks the thoughtless mind
...but emptyness?
Where can the hopless man hope
But in you?
Only in you.
Consume me
Envelope me
Take me away.
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