Author E. E. Cummings lean candles hunger in the silence a brown god smiles between greentwittering smokes from broken eyes a sound of strangling breasts and bestial grovelling hands rasps the purple dark- ness a worshipper prostrate within twitching shadow lolls sobbing Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments