Details

Fierce dumb needs
seized upon in jagged waves
Seeds burnt
to spite the husbanded land
Ropes loosened,
yet from the noosed trees
none climb down
Huts swarmed, timbered lesions
pock the honeyed hills
Hands, raised, (scars
crisscrossed, indelible now)
etch memory
in a fist.  Brute paths,
where we met
and were to…, nameless
streets, where we hide,
run on… collide

Vulnerable,
the cliff juts out
Down…
down…
and still you strut
Shattered spikes
pivot the fall.  Effigy clouds
taunt and trail
The acid in the details
burns.  Beneath a care less sky,
rock-strewn hamlets,
“corpse cobbled poems,”
tepid tea, You say “I”
For each death…
say “We.” 

(a previous version of this poem appeared in thedrunkenboat)