Sit we now
Under a half moon’s dawn
Left to pass the time under
the color of a
The harsh wings of messengers beat the news
of unhobbled seas and iron-shod
Echoing their prayers into dust.
Through thin veneers of crows’ teeth,
the drift of an earthly grave,
Her minor cruelties make fragile mornings
While cities bear her immemorial ruin.
Harlequins dance on heated coals
of futures comes to pass
Red herrings elide with red mourners
Among those long-heralded and vicious paths.
We hold solemn stones to our knees and
steadily pray for the
singing stinging of the bees
of forgotten corn.
An emerald grows with dreams and wonders
of its ill-begotten nest
while an oak tree
As a leper refuses a meager rest.
While an eerie silence falls across a foggy noon,
The leper reaches a pallid claw
through the remains of day
sending shadows sailing
Over broken glass towards heaven’s maw.
Vultures wheel while
fleet and fleeing from
Forlorn corners carved in the realm of
bitter biting birds.
Amputated of their untimely ends
Those that are left,
reel along Time’s celestial bends.