mourning tools are not set by stone they are chosen by the howl & sore of wind mourning sages do not rise with sun-shriek nor tire at sun-sink mourning song is neither presaged nor pretooled it is worn by age & tear
Monthly Archives: July 2021
the burden of yesterday’s sleep
Twenty warriors in front - words as knives sharp as the teeth of Innocent windhowls carrying the burden of yesterday’s sleep twenty Wars fought on parched tongues longing for song each worn as cloudcover, unsung -
We hum the age of syllable
We hum the age of syllable we cuff the rims bind the seals arch the soles & wait we hum the age of syllable & read our palms stoke Our days fill our heeds with wish we calm our bleeds sun our soothes & hum the age of syllable we cuff the rims blanch its cores we Hum the age of syllable & wait -