fragments of undiscovered song

i.
Your madness is amenable to song, the
treachery of sword

is to be pried open by word; this word
remains unspoken and

this thread remains untrod – your
poignance is amenable

to song, the tumble & sink is to
be pried open by ink

ii.
Birth upon birth, caged with mock/
her stillness

carved with numb necessity – birth
upon tomb, with

municipal breath/her stillness has
cave as mother

iii.
transitions frighten the crumbs of day as
solemn; we tag along

the possible – we whose voice is rubble
now grudge no tear

no shard no hemp – we whose noise is
rabble tag along