12. from The Heart Pine Imprecations

Catkins, Herr Olsen, CC BY NC
Passion for scavengers cease      for the sentinel perched on a high limb falls from its colloquy
                                                      a black sheen sombers such collaud toward vanity
                                                        as leden eaves fall among children of secrecy.

Prey   arms of powder & pellet   rise in barrel unity
                                                                              your pecanpicking heart
falls as a thinshelled drupe from a husk of shade                            falls as one for sorrow.

Redeemer   among dark kindred & beadled sky                                        wings of mirth
from a wheedle beak & a double heart do caw.

Hunger for brokenness laid on tread asphalt                                       & hunger for a simp

wed by death to a bright & silver cast   a slight shade of blue in an empty antelingual pouch
                                                                    a keel laid low in a sigh of need
& silent as a secret never told.

Dead tongues of bone will press against a pure heart shute
                                                         as a banner of blood hangs above this murder
                                                                beyond all seven branches of shelter.

Strange fruit falls among droops of catkin
                                    & we shall keep & preserve them   so from this generation
                                       our branches shall be known by wicked & vile fowl exalted.

Morning shall hang as shadows of deaths own shell.

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