The ritual drowning of poems only to turn your back on that muddy river and find a halo around an apple tree up to its bough in sin. Poems, Slightly Used, April 30, 2010 [ 88 ] Share this:TwitterFacebookTumblrPinterestRedditEmailLike this:Like Loading... Related Ruins An Hour from Now Categories: Poems, Slightly UsedTags: Poems, Poetry