starving, it swallows her offerings_
licking at wounds with certain intent
   as easily
as the lapping up of these gleaming beads      
         caught running, with
         equal      deliberation

there were uncounted, beautiful things
housed in scuffed plastic bins, clicked shut tenuously
in a perfectly harmonized disarray of
                       continuation

and i’ll never forget going through those treasure boxes
with a wonder

both somber and
rapturous

it’s nestled in deep :
that thing that was
planted
then

it’s like marrow, but older
here.
carrion don’t reach it, even in  flaunting
  it’s most disemboweled humiliation-walk





heeding.blacksoilmemorymothermoist.promisesstill
         gemming
         away structures for later-
      realization.beneaththeforced
chastity:
of:::::::::::­
:::::::frost


gleaming hot
carcass.,:://:/:/:/:., ,.teasing a thawed word,
if only to satisfy the
aching, fetishized spit
of our.snarling.smiles”:;::;:”
inside.the                        enc­ircled
p l a t t e r.  world
bending, wordless giants_earnest to the
will of
windandicybondage

creak away in the night

lap
lap
.lap
.lap

lap.
      ;

bone.grey blanket
under shines the night,
casting longer stares into the tangle of looming shiftsleepers.and.groaning.boughs