loquacious

a poem

Clutch at and reach
For the gloaming grueling
The feudal ruling
The red stain cooling
Cut

I said the word
When the breath caught in
Your throat
That set off the odd chain
Of temerity tragedies

Remember that picture
In your locket
Was I a bomber
Or just a bottle rocket?

Clean up quick
And call the surgeon
Algal surf
And spiky urchin

Slice

Wading in the glittering bayou
With lamplit tears
Swirling eddies
Like wisps of nothing
But the impatient
Impractical
Wind

So this was the way
Of dragons and snakes
Of lovers and hates
The ravens so spake

A thundering silence
Heavenly tenor
Clutch at and reach
For the air in
Your throat

And die on your lips
A truth, unspoke

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This is a poem from my unpublished collection, Letters from Lions