over land yeo albinia slow swiped her hand cross december’s dusk dome where a vision appeared of St Lawrence’s tears to a rogation day congregation prisoned by prayer in question of time and change and when the gerry bomb burst on the arboretum the answer split tongue was spelled out in flame
soon the sky boys cascade into history swallowed by trench foot icarus earth land girls dig valedictory it was the miracle play in reverse
fever by fever the harvest yield our crop too young but no despair science or prayer could slow that vast vanishing lung by lung taking turn to return back to soil and even the air will be for sale after the great auction of privacy now see them shatter the ground beneath starts the exile of energy
WHEN EVEN THE AIR IS FOR SALE SOON COMES THE AUCTION OF PRIVACY TO PAY FOR THE GROUND BELOW YOU SHATTER OUT THE THE LAST EXILE OF ENERGY THE SEVERED ROOT MEETS HER GIRDLED BRANCH ON THE BARREN TREE TAKING TURN TO RETURN TO SOIL
A ring of Burnt sienna orange Frantic cotton Panuelo protest Waved Some Wednesday corrida As the aorta Fountained across The burning ring sand nothing can be done drummed out my grandmothers tongue still i hear those words in the whirling wings of boobie birds circling a halo taking turn to return all to soil
WHEN EVEN THE AIR IS FOR SALE SOON COMES THE AUCTION OF PRIVACY TO PAY FOR THE GROUND BELOW YOU SHATTER OUT THE THE LAST EXILE OF ENERGY SUDDEN APPEARED A MAUSOLEUM WHERE LIFE KEPT ITS MAGNET TO ME HELP ME PEEL AWAY LIKE THE RED VANISHING VINE MAKE THOSE POSSESSIONS UNPOSSESS ME VEILED IN MY SUIT OF LIGHT THROUGH A GRIDLOCK SKY OF METAL WINGS PISSING GASOLINE TAILS AND MOUNTAINS AND WRITE ME ONLY THE WORDS OF NO BREAK OF SERVE WITH THE MISLIVE THE MIGRANT CAN SING