Amaranthine Beauty
Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem
Eternal skin does not exist. That’s wrong.
Eternal beauty begs to be rehearsed,
Again, again. Eternal beauty, strong
As death, as wide as deathless time, versed
Far longer than the longest epic sung
Will never be created from the mouth
Of Christ. Such beauty would be stellar hung
Among the stars shaped out like cottonmouth
