of all of something gone
past tense in tented hollows foot
a fathers lie; times of tethered limbs in sacks of coal.
a patch of green grows as no-one else
too deep the hooded root of the worms translated walk
eye of Kite; spittle from the mourning mouths\' of dusks delighted foes.
the thousand arms of a single christ
frozen wings on a parched December sun
flight of thought; strong hands on soft verges
of all things gone; how shapes the windows of earths constructive flame?
sunlight on a morning porch
where burns the wisdom of a mothers breast;
blood of tea; secrets of the misspelt sounds in Autmns care.
a typhoid tongue for the temper of a brain
in Ravens cloak; hidden from the tremors of resentful defeat
dust on ice; ice for the feeding of a planktons starving egg;
looting with the rhythm of a compound fractured thief
harmony and grief; a shining skull on an acid train to a distant new;
it was never we; it was never us; it was never them;
it was the sacred lies preaching through the stomach of your eyes;
rejoice only in the death of your very own making;