Outcasts

Each night they will come for ashes

 

And touch her coal-black feet

 

Two great mills of freedom

 

Her green sun-crown

 

 

On the cold-mirrored sky

 

Sleeping travellers

 

Keep fuel near knees

 

Rotting away stomachs

 

 

Singularities all, just

 

Legal infractions

 

Days drip gold and silver groats

 

Rolling in the slots of

 

Thunderous bribes

 

 

 

 

 

Blue baby wallets

 

Bodies matter most

 

Stained-glass faces

 

Hear confession

 

 

I have to think now

 

Grind my leaden seeds

 

Look aloft in hope

 

An oft-told story

 

Repeated perversely

 

 

Hundreds and thousands built this place

 

Sweet layered life, made available

 

Some ice cake

 

Others worry

 

If my children come

 

What will they bring?

 

 

 

 

 

 

Crystal demon’s oath

 

Lures them beneath loam

 

Dark waves deck harpies

 

Speaking in tongues, lying

 

To shade our mellow souls

 

 

We were born joyous

 

 

The clocks on the wall point everywhere

 

Twelve times a day

 

Each night they come for ashes

 

Those people you know

 

That dwell here also

What are you looking for?