Jordan

I am standing
I am divided
One foot still with a name
My veins like milk in a river
Nothing but locusts between them

Swoon of bright stars
Where have you gone?
I am a struck flint in a mineral pool

The mouth at the head of the field
  has fallen open
Oh for a valley of undried gods
Death
  I took you for a smaller stone

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