Sunday, June 12, 2016


Like their subjects were the barest eyes
that should never be let to dry, or turned
to stare in the sun of this world -
the desiccating zeitgeist - in every
instance they put forth a dewfall
to their custody, and think a thousand score
ahead of anyone, all the seed-fall
considered, mind-sustained, every thorn encroach
and approach of crows; they ever unfurl
like wind to the neck and ear, an appeal
to their creator's ever speaking, silent word.