Sad Things (to the slave of us)

Sad Things(to the slave of us1) Lengthening these straitened bones We thirst withinthe desertsteppes Forty years the void adeptsfootfalls unvoiced in sand What privates our soul-sour sorrows when clouds condensely pall? What stalls in the white winds of pallor? (I find myself lost here2tinily unearthed) Stoppaging in open mistake our own still wilderness Revels a nation Granite grained ghostsin … Continue reading →

Once We

B”H Once We According to the harvesterakin to a salientlove  I am a messagea memory provider Recognizable from that hanker to the east This was not mein futuring dreamstare Virile inside your presencesecure with footfall Now  I amtaciturnaroundandscreamscaredsacred Once we laughed sillilywith an ability to nevermindthe clatter of natureupin us Now  I lessen1 to my underunsheathed unself … Continue reading →