Burbis by Ryan NardiDrive out the demons
from the camps and the palisades.
Take hold of fire,
half the year's rain in axe-blood.
Trickle, crumble heights;
dribble pebbles on the eyrie.
Crystalline parade
made of syllables and whole notes.
Take apart the arms
with a simple tool and headroom.
Play on, and play on.
And play on into tomorrow. 02/18/2008 Author's Note: For a band of brothers.
Posted on 02/18/2008 Copyright © 2024 Ryan Nardi
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