The voice withstands…
The voice
withstands
monocular through
a
sprig
hasted
through
suspended
bucksaw
Significantly shapes her ire
bucketing down
intrepid walls as
the house relays impotent
her name ashes forth the schist of
the tumble
North Pole wrath
tumid ice disk
budding amid rocks
like a plastered lichen
Occasionally music on exposed windowsill waiting for a
vein-swell to reach the surface
amply signaling heartbeat
[After the world’s end]
mortality
without sails
blue skin of
dying sun
her hand
wrapped in a gesture (and the ice bucket swinging)
the sounds of
things
left murmuring
for humankind
things like
shoes and sheets
flapping in
the breeze
in different
stages of tear
shredded
clusters of paper
confounding
wilted leaves
and
deracinated pines
by a deserted
campsite ( ) shaped like an open mouth ( )
