One Backward Step

one backward step.

how soon a moral backdrop

flies sunrise mute as grass beyond reprieve.

no silver tossed aside from windows perch,

now all but sundry kiss their soft retreat.

both devils we,

two inside the engine wrapped as horse-meat safe from sound

bound and gagged,

time alone no healer for our crippled thoughts of grandeur;

quiet lies 

now sweet revenge drips deep as chardonnay.

as numbers passed in bottles hand to mouth

we have no clues the whereabouts of this;

but this, and this alone

this alone our theory circumcised;

through a thousand flies to the necktie of defeat

no paraphrase applauding dark discreet;

what cold day of October came our violets as green

as green unseen to eye and cello's mist?

exported now to the courtyard ill-prepared

she no silk

me, no devils snake nor cuckoos nest

to rest as hours lost now far beyond,

one backward step

both devils we.

bound and gagged

set free;