protocol and weather

protocol and weather;

no art of noise

when day's long honesty

stifles pain and dares one single wish,

to kiss the lips of prophecy for doom.

to soon the stench of mangrove syphons blood

from dialogue between comfort and complete;

dead among the leaves

last words a braver man than who and I?

sunrise as twenty paces

we turn, two locking horns

migrating south

to where the silence breeds more common ground;

duty bound

Whit Sunday comes too soon another day

where an English rain

dancing through the panic of acorn

dulls our senses shades of pedigree;

where does our hunger hide?

in our country clouded 

bent and buckled

fishing for a lobster in a heart;

how thin the people look as love looks down.

a ballad for a hungry man

of all I can I cannot do

how many times I try

I cannot breathe;

I