Soft drizzle falling
Streets in an ancient city
Shining cobblestones
I wonder what she dreamed when
She walked barefoot over cobblestone streets
In 1864.
Did she fancy where her future would take her
What her descendants would be?
Would they remember their veteran,
Her husband from the Civil War.
As crows perched on his wooden cross?
She dreamed of an assortment of children;
Maybe she even dreamed of me.
Those stones had heard the children’s cries
Hosanna to the King
A donkey brought the Man of Peace
To hear Jerusalem sing.
But soon a dreaded whipping post
Placed on some others stones
Would hear the soldiers’ hateful jeers
And Mercy’s gasps and moans.
And blood would leave the Vessel pure
And pay sin’s awful cost.
A Mother wipes the crimson ground
To salvage what she lost.
Fruit Loop cobblestones
pave my way
to bottles of milk.
Why so loud?
Go quiet into the night,
hear the cobblestones
announcing your departure
from this world-
to an empty night.
The bars
collect all the people in this world.
They smile, feed off each other:
finding friends, eternal love.
You
are left with nothing
but a memory:
like a trumpeter sustaining a note,
a beautiful note
it is;
but the unspoken secret
of every sound,
is in the fragility of a breath...
is that it’s ending...
is that it’s ending...
cobblestones of quicksand
tapestries of oil
teardrops of marble
left out to boil
fingerprints of tree sap
diamonds of wood
ceilings of water
- not what it should
sea breeze of fire
windmills of stone
whispering of evergreens
as I stand alone
I draw out my soul,
stretching shadows,
encasing us in fog
and dispersing myself within.
Left forearm and claw forming
I gouge the chest,
blood splattering the stone walls,
slowly
I bring my face out
and lick the flesh
from my sickle like blades
then slam my head into his
as my right hand
forms behind the left kidney,
the momentum
sends the carcass into a spin
and as shrieks
of pain escape his lips
I drive my teeth
into the skin on his chest
ripping it from the bones,
wale assault my ears
causing shivers.
Drawing back
I enjoy the quivering a moment
then palm strike
into the sternum,
shards of calcium
flying into my snout
while blood slides down my neck
finally driving
my thirst into a frenzy,
my teeth shred the heart
as I remove it
from its resting place
and I spit it on the ground
as he lays down for the last time.
I slide back beneath the red oak.
Taste my reach.