The Glass Spire

-Galahad
let my weary bones lay -
can we - clear hearts and
open eyes - remain
despite our - journey be
of thorns and steel, stone and
Teeth
for is it - a good man which
destiny settles - or
due to the trail
left -
in our wake.
 
-Motionless
In the night, juniper - sways -
and the jading crow - nestles -
safe from- drifting flakes.
Each blink - threatens rest
- but - the rifle remains -
tucked to shoulder

another month - a
new year -
rings -
another month - and
the
War -
 
-All To Be
Bite - deep until
your teeth - scrape
bone and Roots -
crackle under stress. Twist
and twist and
twist and
until from the sockets -
you’re freed, and your
smile
Is soft - and
 
-Velitation

They come not - swift
though light’d by liar’s
- lips - they seep deep -
to dust’d corners you dare -
not look
upon the Stem buds the
wicked fruit
fed by - ardor
drawn by -
sallow roots.
 
- ;;sustainability
Bit by bit - we carved
the land - crushed the rocks
to make our sand - burned
the plants to show - our
Pride - and sold our earth
to fill another field - and now
I wonder where it is
I am
to stand.
 
- Anticipation

Through the — curtains —
dappled light —of two tones
— red and blue —

from the door — a
knock —
that broke the stillness
— but still’d the room.
 
- Lost
cross not - the
boundary - child
for the Things with yellow’d
eyes and - crooked
teeth
creep between the -
Trees.

Yes - rest here -
by the Ovenside
- let the
heat warm your
Meat -
and seep into - your
Bones.

Yes- while you
wait for your
Sister
nibble on
the sweet.
 
- Lack
Still -
time
- catch I not this frenzied moment
?
I feel it there - in - the
patter
of my chest
can I not
my breath - contain?

my back - taut and
I cannot-
time - time!

like water - off
my
cheek.
 
-Ephemeral
“let me - rephrase
which is to
say
- sweetness of wooddust-
the arch of
his back
in the Sweep of - his
axe - can muscles (so
smooth) have such a
Fine -

no-no
that is not-
you see-
what I mean - to
say-
 
-Endnote
Our rights - we sold
to the -
Lowest
bidder - and to -
the wealthy - we gifted -
the poor man’s -
Dime -
oh - the foreigner -
her child we sent away -
Yeah
it’s something to think -
how simple - it was
to say
it could never happen to
Us
 
-//real;ity::
they say (that is) - a lie
Seeps
where the - truth -
dare not - touch (you see)
our world isn’t -
(mud and bone) here - but
the Words - used to -
conceptualize.
 
-Togetherness
Run!
feel the brambles - scrape your -
thighs - your skin tighten - your breath -
Catch -
Run!
you can see their - eyes
- polished dimes - and their
Teeth.
 
-Strike;gold
There is no - honor in
it - you know -
slap a rifle in - his
hand - and ship - him off
to another man’s land -
yeah - we all
know the - crime
we all - have seen the
- score, the Baron is beating the
drums
and the Cardinal is perusing for
the riflemen’s
soul.
 
- Have you heard?
She - beneath the street-light -
flakes of ice - in her hair
her name no more - remembered
than those you pass - on I64
but she looked to me- you know
and smiled - and I
a street between us -
and I -
with no voice my lips contain -
and I -
couldn’t
 
-Take Aim the Heart
Remember - a silencer -
for the shot will - fill the room
- he was a pig, yes - she the
same -
but you - sister dearest - still are free
and I -
into the hallway he -
staggered
and I - still hear the
Roar in my ears
and feel the -
bruises
on my
thighs-
 
-IronSand
No one - is born a fighter -
Yeah the rifleman - was a
Doctor’s son - his wife? a
Hunter - you know she
tied her hair up -
and took the field with
her grandfather’s steel
and the rifleman?
He’s off digging holes -
‘Cause the Cardinal ain’t
reading to - his
Soul
 
-Reflux
There ain’t no preaching man -
beneath the - waters of
the
old sawing-mill - breath
no more the - sweet grass
taste -
the money - never I have
need again -
but - ain’t no preaching
man -
can - these hands -
make
clean
 
- Settled
there was a time - of course but
it slipped past - and left i here -
a —
sand! sand! e’er it runs -
fingers never could contain
- that which flutters
and - aims for - more
yes - there was a time -
perhaps if i -
less myself could have -

goodbye is
 
-MudStain

It’s full of horrors — this dirt
— yeah, you can hear — it —
just beneath the muck on —
your boots —
and it never stops —
the mother’s wail and — brother’s
tear — it still festers
deep in the — earth —
and those — rotten edges of
our soul —
you can’t be sayin’
Never Again
if you look away —
from the man — loading the
Rifle
and the man
digging the —
Grave
 
-Of This, Our Crime
it - between those
crooked branches - will
your neck - reach -
those fingers - can you feel
them
pressing - into skin
the witch, the witch
have we - this land defaced
- ? or remain us - here
in these wasting - woods
oh her forgiveness -
fools us to think
by axe - this land be
tamed
for these trees know our names
and she - our blood
 
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