folding star
swill through murrhine landscapes
activate a relentless mourn
we asked at the counter for the firefight edition
they were secretive about their plateau
levees released their little tongues
it was lambing season
we gathered all remaining wit
shears rock salt nitrazine thimbles
let rise three times before embarking
hemlock freed us
it says here in the directions
part the sky (part the sea)
one for you and the rest for me
we canvassed hollow wards for heretics
walk in the road at night
slide along the boardwalk
fish wither in the sod
nature gutters a split gauntlet
warble against a feverish brine
just under the skin is the loose wire
adjust your capsule before the prayer dinner
a drowned generation will pierce
all bodies flourish in the lake
we rescued the dogs
2 comments:
I like your poem! folding star is an intriguing title.
Thanks, VL. :-)
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