Devouring dusk we winter the load,
we tunnel the sky and permit the dawn
to dispose of the night,
those hours we so crave in the harshness of light

Left to cold it’s never the sun to warm us,
it’s the moon, still we stand these noonish lines,
dig these holes to fill our pockets and lose our flesh,
we cloud cover stars with reluctant hands
and so be it! We say, more idle things
to be forgotten on yellow days when
sacrifice becomes expected

If we must regiment ourselves
let’s renounce the solace of nightfall
with accommodating feet,
for this is what we have become
and this is where we live—
could we live with that so well!
To sink our necks in shoulder blades,
to lose our jaws to silence--
dare we depart no braver than we arrived?

Dust grain from steel and hop aboard
that clanking train to anywhere,
we’ll never find more comfort
than in the place we coiled our dreams.

06/02/2011

Posted on 06/03/2011
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