in a world filled
with pain
our arid inland whelms over
the swollen sheen of the borrowed moon;
faces in transit,
the immense rivulet to home rogue without
source
people undulating like
the weight of a subdued beast
regaining consciousness,
these shoals rimmed with such whiteness
give way.
unheeded are dislimned
slaughters voices muffled to fatal nuances
fast days in
the rails spirals and cascades of both
twined rain and tendril
in our eyes see the gravid
weight of the world accompanied by such grave silence
arranging a rendezvous
at the next unmindful station,
trains are sad rivers
belonging to no one
a long conversing line
of kinder tides passing quietly
think of the time the bones are colder
than alloys returning with such
intact heat or melancholy, was it
when turning away was no troubling task
machine or flesh
forethought or afterthought
outlast and outwrestle the circling moon
surly from above and swift with
flayed light, these things that welcome
us home
piercing the solace
dredging the traces leaving us bare
with intone the day’s commute
sings tenderly –
