Sacrifice of youth
rack of lamb
embraced by your ropes
I bend my neck
encircled delicately
with your cord my chain
my apple your jewel
will your knife slash inside me
will your towel snuff my breath from me
from the crime scene photos
cashed for the prize
there with the flash
I'll always shine
a part from the shadows
where I'll call for you
inside the darkness
trembling cold for you
Rwanda
over the lines of lush green
lines of brown men rush
an attack on our feeble town
about us our neighbors
faces without eyes
hands without bread
out of the mouth a scream
as my son gasps with the cuts
hands fluttering round his head
a grunting man atop me
spits his pleasing water
a bloodline of new family
from the silence a cicada
drones endlessly
drains the day of light
lidless I of the reptile
sleeplessness of the lizard
death tranceof the stone devil
eyes upon alit with grace
their inner fire within deep smoke
she's a will o'the wisp above the reeds
brooding in her decay
a hand afirm upon a choke
as sprung from the dregs of seeds
still solitary stalk on marsh
her fire by pillar by salt by day
from the lullaby of her father's charms
beyond today tomorrow leads
an elected lover she'll for broke
wonders wandered in her way
Our pilgrimage to the stars
over our heads like a wheel
while neath us the earth teems
rots and refreshes endlessly
there that house of ours
where mirrors oppose
reflecting each to each
a ghost's image of yesterday
but here the lawn is flat
green is its expanse and empty
love I gaze in your eyes
where I seek the blue sky
where the black pools
and you and I hug each other's aching
watch our next step is a leap
the distant roar in the pall of noon
slash of the heat that stuns
warbles the unknown bird of her youth
in the crinkle of the anxious moment
dank mystery of the wet clouds
of a fog darkly looming over his errant hand
which upon her sunburnt shoulders wants to tramp
it dammed a river to twice as wide
spring snows from white flared blue by orange heat
crossed mechanically by a concrete line
her pools of liquid blue
pursed lips of red wine
the star flash when she laughs
he succumbs unresisting to those and
her soft breathings in the night
on his hand stirs the pencil hairs
this room's window bowls against the blackness of the night
where streams of shooting stars stripe the darkness
as his eyes' pupils' deep black pools
refract the whites of friendship's smiles
sharp like the teeth whose edges slice the silence into bits of anger
from the mouths of those he likes to clowns
Weather
It's enough of a late Saturday
afternoon sun pressed golden
greens and blacks of the ice-still leaves
at the end of the slide on the tar-stained road
over the bridge over the water
blue gray flattened by the heat disc south
in a moment of clipped brilliancy
its pattern measured on the ground
of tumbrels of shadows to the sky
from there booms the storm
black jagged with white
furiously on the flats
the rain-drill on a house of crystal
where moles of hothouse air muse
in reverb like canons of the middle age
Sleep in Partners
Eyes
her eyes and his blank face
of her sisterhood and his lies
her inner fire lusts
and he fades as the sun splashes across the waves
young boy and older sister
trace the ever-arcing curves away from each others' lives
she of the sharpest facial beauty
the skin of her arms warm with glacial fury
his man-handled rope of wine
the luscious slip of her white snow
is her paramour's evisceration
while he just out of his humbling bee dream
solves a puzzled head with coolness
from the sleep of her afterglow
Particularity
If he saw the wind it would be shadowed
fan of Japan
arcing round
against the puff of clouds
against the grey blue sky
balloon of dots
wingspread blots
as if they're drunk on the air
bedazzled by the glare
when the fierce sun strikes the
land's things motley
with their colors and the
all-over black
till the lover with a face blocks all
Corn's grey sentinels stand along a tear's trail
wherein the shadows gleam expecting
harvests of hopes' burials
so that the graves limn stone histories
of the white men
burning suns of days after days
vanishing nights upon nights of the stars' wheels
across the prairie to the Great father's seed-water
we were drunk around the people's story-fire
dancing of our puny glory
we are rivers dry blood congealed
for our Father's breakfast
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