Friday, October 18, 2013


Weeping-burnt alongside a river
a heron swept through my ribcage
and the clouds were a gauze between my bones
I saw a crushed pharmacy spilling medicine
on white-hot twilight tar
and the gift of the sunrise
cracked into lava's rivulets
by fleets of minnows scattering

reassembled around the eruptions of history
the blandness of human tyranny went on, troubling a few
and we gathered around a fountain of dream-glinting coins,
then going to buy things to clean our bodies, scour our homes
for an empire of thin wishes, a rain of spears
on the roof of the planetarium.

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