Cascade

Knotted rivers gnarl and cluster,
a thorn-ed cascade…
Blood sieves through the land
Language, drugged, word-weary,
lies slathered on wounds
As worse seems well, and better
forgone, while fitful reversals
catch the wary, all in all dragged down,
a slag-ed heap.  Crumpled bodies,
missed and mourned…
exhumed in the throes of escape
Against a steady brutal careless cruel
current.  While hands across
the naming mouths…
smother all that sings.  Holy,
the desecrated home; Holy,
the parents that mourn; Holy,
the parentless children; Holy,
the husband; Holy, the wife; Holy,
all who demand their return
While hands across the naming mouths
smother all that sings