Author Harry Crosby Like mutilated skulls they roll Across the soul's white sand And only she can make a wall And only she can understand Let my experience be a lamp displayed To light the untried lover to his maid. Tags Short Poems Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Reviews Post review No reviews yet. Log in or register to post comments