Poem #59
Relics of madrigal stacked in bastion
For tornado and the torrents kept in
Rune chalk, aortic passage ultraviolet
Though whittling masonics, cords of shadow
Scraped as the vassals of axemen wayward
In forest and column, recalling the pattern
Of everything that was in muscle meeting
Rock: new igneous chorus in the forerunner
Of fortress, half-immortaliser of kernel
As gales make their own rattle harmonic
As whirlwind claims colouring from stonecutters,
Their canals emptied as fortresses of blade
Buckle against the petrified wrists of the dead.
- Malb 06/07/2011 23:57
