A sucker for instant ambiance.

Let me break over you like

satan falling, or an iceberg
in a spring seas dawn, the
screaming steel, the ageless
resistance of geology against
inevitability.  The curl and the kiss.
Was there a reason to go back,
a violence unmet?

The waves wash everything

into silence.  A seasonal derelict,
Hades lost in the darkening spring.
Can he sleep now that life has left, can I?

The mad songs of men and birds
staking a god to mortality, lost dogs, and
murdered children.  The fall is not failure
where no echo is carried to shore.
I am so tired of standing here
a prodigy of hunger.

After a while I’ll give up.




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