Posthumous
In that context, the innerself of the poem
hangs by a piece of string
from the first line.
The meaning rests precariously
like sunlight on the backs
of mountains
who carry it into the world.
With emphatic clarity,
editors come like silver-tongued angels
to question the choice of words.
Ernest Slyman
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