Crowded, sullen grey clouds
Bear silent witness:
Vacant market stalls,
Double-wet cobbles
Giving less than nothing back
And a patient young woman,
Crowded, sullen grey clouds
Bear silent witness:
Vacant market stalls,
Double-wet cobbles
Giving less than nothing back
And a patient young woman,
Rough and bone deep damp:
Cold enough to kill the Devil,
dark enough to fright he angels.
the coward dial of young-year clock
Cannot console and
Walnut framed mirror
Turns an unfriend face,
Showing me bones, buzzards
And a going-down sun.
The road from ignorance
to complacence
Is lit with poor-tallow candles
And wet-wood fires.
10/1/2013
I am heron,
Last of the lonely fisherfolk clan,
Wrestling breath and existence
At December-Edge Lake.
Needs must when
Winter-king rules;
So I will take
Frogs from frozen mud,
Cold-killed cadaver from bog ditch graves,
Maggots from fieldside muck-heap
And warmth from memory cells –
And shun your hypocrite charity.
My hopes and words I store
Between stare-down-the-Devil eyes,
Behind decision sharp weapon bill
Beneath my fog-toned feather cape.
They are mine, not yours,
Seek them not.
I seek no camouflage for
Past, ruthless savagery –
That stranded me here –
Fossil in all but fact –
Pale target for avaricious
Cowardly mobs of
Bright-urchin gulls.
Denying the truth
Destroys the soul
As sure as sin
And damages any future
I may hope to have.
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