each dawn thing blessing

What head does this day
dawn upon - 
drowsy heads asleep on grass
and pain
wake to leaden limbs
bleary eyes
surprise of sun
better hidden
stupour of the brain
better deadened
rather than
deal with life in those two hands.

You left
a red jumper on my floor
flecked with black;
your scent a lingering
torture to the soul;
and love I had to cut
from you -
unfaithful to yourself
to me even
less true -
but I keep your ring,
your Triumph thing,
and with it
a good sun
a good day
a bright dawn blessing thing
for you.
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