Deep, gravitous speech like a priest He the husbandman who checks the cheek-hue of east each evening We his sheep girdled fan-fashion about his fashionably unfashionable feet Like children seated upon the cerise knee’d lap of a gift-giving beard laughterful Yet feared, his list updated yearly like a menacing tax-tyrant’s bible of tithable denizens.
She’s the only one for me Her singular soul a source Left one rose Blood dripped from her nose This one’s a sniffer, spends all her dole On single glass slippers Hoping the Prince won’t notice, witness How she kneels as if asking forgiveness in the shop of a priest, sinless. Got the bends in… Read more: Our lady of the cinders
Heaven torn asunder Kevin born under thunder’s horn Heard were the herding hoofs of lore The Gods of yore shorn of name and reputation Must be reamazed by a votive blood allocation.
Heightened occasions require ceremony and lightning, firelighting In ‘pard flannel and lucre gathered from beaches along the channel The King happy-dull jumps the belled bulls Action expels the tug of his charismatic woes Bare-breasted, void-nested, her parlour a nest of poisons and shells Little yet of self Her trestle table carved with Nestor’s face, instruments… Read more: Old ceremony
Some vague blight Decimated harvests worldwide Thick smokes choked the sky Until only manmade light lit a life Life and living very different Little deference given to wise history Once the seas boiled Like the black-bellied cauldrons of old industry.
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