war, the toxic dirt
of our neglect & faith,
pulls itself along cracked cobbles,
burnt sand,
tides of a swamp,
nameless sky;
along familiar shreds
with huge tugs
of a looped rope¯
the universe whirls dully
around a bullet
dreaming in its chamber
of the gnarled, sooty, beautiful stories
it heard whispered as ore.
one frightening, cordless, beautiful vein
connects the whorled winter grass of my yard
to the caves of enemies¯
the knuckled caverns where fear
never used to live.
I eat a Twix
& hope for snow.
KS
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