Of All Of Something Gone

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;