a red scarf

I know that empty light
you see it in eyes where the life has left
returned to its frail beginnings

carried here some say by fallen stars
but its unimportant and common
now

I know of no-one to tell
of the playground anger we share
who has forbearance, the quality to lose

there are just too many of us
for this, the low light sputters its fuel
attached to its eternal finger

I know of an an idea that is useless, really
the source long plundered
its evocation, the smallest of breaths

inside of such prayers are the languishing truths of us
the meanest of intentions distilled
the purest dilution of our famous creation

i know of atoms cast out of figured eights
of furnace blasts, of sheets of thick black iron slag
hammered thin a thousand times

of the father and his pantomime, of the mother and her burdens
of the son who wonders of the spark,
who put it there

like any other story
he pulls the red sash from the hole inside him
it stretches out forever
could it ever end

blitzkriek

they descended hard and fast on the trees

stuka boys with lowlevel sneakers

through the long grass 

triumphant 

they spat the stones with bloody mouths

teeth red from feasting

on ornamental plums

who remember,
the conjure woman
lay'd moss in they mouths
briny lips kiss'd close
those shut-up brown eyes
no-one cried

in blue black and white
was twilight
bearing a pickled moon
hard wire traps, good eatin'
old smokes, scutter'd

who holds that hand
no, now - it holds you

poesia

dear gilt angel
catching the light of candles

how fractur'd my thoughts as I am made
to measure actions as sins or necessities

cornering them with recited prayers
or my own reckless versions

even now, my mind weakens
as preternatural truths confound the common

an image of hands
carving your still-flight wings,

your graceful features countenanc'd
by half-lid sightless eyes,

as I am made to affirm all creation
with eyes half-blind

in this building
you are the keystone and the cornerstone
I am the builder

in this life
you are eternal
I am oblivion