damage, residue, solidarity

I. damage
the evening sentinel
the morning cartilage

as easy reflections
tons of ruminage

cant, loft, sift
sons, daughters of damage.

I.V residue
left-right, what resides in
the tilt is the residue of

guilt, the absence of mother,
so much kill, the fuel and

the rant of the duel and
the slant and the starch.

II. solidarity i
the solitary craft is the solidarity
of it; the voice of the bard is the
bird in it; the click of the far is
the beckoning, the suit of horror,
the reason that earth chose sky.

II.V solidarity ii
in solidarity with a thousand points of light, with the germs
of steel, with the hobbits that pretend to know how to mate
and game the blasted parrots repeating a tonic line; in solidarity
with the statistical limit of many, many points of night converging
on day, with nasty afterthoughts mingling merry, mingling fairydust.

seeds of foretelling

the instrument of verse dare not
catch hold of the reed that counts

each admonished preposition wishing
to join in, adjunct, contra, sideways

as two lateral geometries isomorphize
as two mismatched galaxies fuse

their stars into becoming nonsense;
the incarnate verb goes missing.

the flint is girded and there is talk
of how they laid siege to the town

that fled the scene that bled the
song that read the signs of fire; the

flint is beginning to see the child
of fate that marks the beginning of


the sorry ending of the meandering
village tale goes out to sea and

brings the cup of reason a leaf,
an adverb and a frowning war, to

be clever in anticipation, to know
what every mad knife swells to cut.