Exasperated Ribs

A Poem by Onoma

Iron gates & sloven hands,

inhale the departed...

until such time that a

thief spoke beside the

exasperated ribs of Christ.

© 2025 Onoma

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Added on October 13, 2025
Last Updated on October 13, 2025

Author

Onoma

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