Revolving in oval loops of solar speed,
Couched in cauls of clay as in holy robes,
Dead men render love and war no heed,
Lulled in the ample womb of the full-tilt globe.

No spiritual Caesars are these dead;
They want no proud paternal kingdom come;
And when at last they blunder into bed
World-wrecked, they seek only oblivion.

Rolled round with goodly loam and cradled deep,
These bone shanks will not wake immaculate
To trumpet-toppling dawn of doomstruck day :
They loll forever in colossal sleep;
Nor can God's stern, shocked angels cry them up
From their fond, final, infamous decay.

3 For, behold, the Lord, the Lord of hosts,
doth take away from Jerusalem and from Judah
the stay and the staff, the whole stay of bread,
and the whole stay of water. 2 The mighty man, and the man of war,
the judge, and the prophet, and the prudent, and the ancient,
3 The captain of fifty, and the honorable man,
and the counselor, and the cunning artificer,
and the eloquent orator. 4 And I will give children
to be their princes,
and babes shall rule over them.
5 And the people shall be oppressed,
every one by another, and every one by his neighbor:
the child shall behave himself proudly against the ancient,
and the base against the honorable.
6 When a man shall take hold of his brother
of the house of his father, saying, Thou hast clothing,
be thou our ruler, and let this ruin be under thy hand:
7 In that day shall he swear,
saying, I will not be an healer;      for in my house
is neither bread nor clothing: make me not a ruler
                   of the people;
8 For Jerusalem is ruined,        and Judah is fallen:
because their tongue                      and their doings
are against the Lord,
to provoke the eyes of his glory.

9 The shew of their countenance
doth witness against them;
and they declare their sin as *****,
they hide it not.                Woe unto their soul!
for they have rewarded evil
                  unto themselves.
10   Say ye to the righteous,
that it shall be well with him:
for they shall eat the fruit of their doings.
11 Woe unto the wicked!    it shall be ill with him:
for the reward of his hands shall be given him.
12 As for my people, children are their oppressors,
and women rule over them.                O my people,
they which lead thee cause thee to err,
      |                      and destroy the way of thy paths.

13 The Lord standeth up to plead,
and standeth to judge the people.
14 The Lord will enter into judgment
with the ancients of his people,
                 and the princes thereof:
for ye have eaten up the vineyard;
the spoil of the poor is in your hoses.     || | 15 What mean ye
that ye beat my people to pieces,    and grind the faces of the poor?
saith the Lord God of hosts.
16 Moreover the Lord saith,                           Because the daughters
of Zion are haughty,          |||      and walk with stretched forth necks
and wanton eyes, walking and mincing as they go,
and making a tinkling with their feet: 17 Therefore the Lord
will smite with a scab the crown of the head
                                of the daughters of Zion,
and the Lord will discover their secret parts.
18 In that day the Lord will take away the bravery
         of their tinkling ornaments
about their feet,       and their cauls,
and their round tires like the moon,
19 The chains, and the bracelets,    and the mufflers,
20 The bonnets, and the ornaments of the legs,
and the headbands, and the tablets, and the earrings,
21 The rings, and nose jewels,
22 The changeable suits of apparel,
and the mantles, and the wimples, and the crisping pins,
23 The glasses, and the fine linen,            and the hoods,
                                 and the veils.

24 And it shall come to pass,
that instead of sweet smell there shall be stink;
and instead of a girdle a rent; and instead of well
set hair baldness; and instead of a stomacher
a girding of sackcloth;             |                                       and burning, itching
                ***** instead of beautiful & moist.

25        |    |  Thy men shall fall by the sword,
                         and thy mighty in the war.
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Be dark, night--
on rests the Swallow, the
vagabond, the worrier.

With darkly cauls and veils
of infancy, the blue-bloods
calling:

Mother of mercy, Mother
of grief.

and in greed, he follows,
a blind man wretched beneath
the sun and quiet in the night.

Be dark, night.
Be folded by the belly,
Be milk, warm-cast in life's
coldly arms--

for the transient, the reviler,
wander hand in hand
lonely by the light.

Haze of cloud, light rain dropping cauls—
And nowhere is betraying sun to be seen,
Drowned streets, are pathways of shawl,
Low scapes of shun— wind caries a keen.

Haze of cloud, light rain dropping cauls—
And nowhere is betraying sun to be seen,
Drowned streets, are pathways of shawl,
Low scapes of shun— wind caries a keen.

.
Haze of cloud, light rain dropping cauls—
And nowhere is betraying sun to be seen,
Drowned streets, are pathways of shawl,
Low scapes of shun— wind caries a keen.

In absence of the few,
a current flows lightly
and if the blade of thoughts lingering
fade in the wake of tomorrow, a gasp
will follow.
The lone tendril curls and reveals
solace for tomorrow, a million
syllables found in infinite sounds.

Here, there are only cauls
waning in the night
where the preacher surrendered his hands
and revealed the anchored eyes
of the subdued.

We were only sleeping, the coma
of the waking, the silence of the breathing,
the Ides stretching beneath the fount
and bow of the Nazarene--

a blue lining to veil
the face of today.

She stood, barefoot,
at his burial
It was August and hot
Her onyx, knee length hair, hung loose,
blowing in the storm she was conjuring
Hailing from the eastern skies
Her burnt oil eyes, dry
She had no need for tears,
Heaven would cry for her
Born the first of 13
in a long line of darkened blood
300 years bread from Ireland,
to the Cumberland mountains and rolling hills
Every first before her, Born with a caul
"Knowing"
Each generation striving for 3 daughter's and seven sons
Seventh sons born water witches
Each first daughter a
"Seer", amongst other dark blessings
Cauls kept, and buried at midnight 'neath willow branches for blessings
These first daughters,
bore one of three hairs,
raven black, silver, or gold
from birth
Never greying
I watched her
stayed with my grandmother
beside her husband's grave
Till night fell
Her hair, never went grey

Haze of cloud, light rain dropping cauls—
And nowhere is betraying sun to be seen,
Drowned streets, are pathways of shawl,
Low scapes of shun— wind caries a keen.

Haze of cloud, light rain dropping cauls—
And nowhere is betraying sun to be seen,
Drowned streets, are pathways of shawl,
Low scapes of shun— wind caries a keen.

VII. mitosis

i...
i love him
and i will pay with fire and brimstone
maybe i’ll realize
that the plot arc of my life
doesn’t really make any sense anymore
that i don’t know where i’m going
(i never really did)
and i’m falling i’m ******* falling

the potter's wheel lays in disuse
the clay has cracked
much like ourselves
crazed in the heat of our crucible
the teacups are but shards
and no golden lacquer remains
to mend, to smooth sharp edges

we cherish things until
we can replace them

"fragile, handle with care"
i didn’t test in an inconspicuous spot
i didn’t reset to factory default
i didn’t come assembled
but i didn’t come broken either

we were dealt the cards before
we even knew we were players

and i cry for innocence had,
and innocence lost
innocence misplaced,
and innocence taken

my nightmares lathered
in sterile surgeon cyan
after all, we lobotomized machines
could never feel

what pleasures lie,
in those frosty windowed wards!
arched backs, bucked hips
gossamer cauls of flesh unwillingly broken
bulimic hearts, skinny love
i need not drink but the viscous
milken nectar of our lust
what pleasure, achilles!
what pleasure?

what pleasure is there in
the supplication of sutured flesh?
iphigenia, astynome...briseis—
flesh blemished, removed, replaced
housing haunted souls

heracles, phaethon, oedipus, icarus...
are we too consigned to eternal song,
that bitter deathless death,
like our tragic forbearers?
our glory, our hamartia
lies only in our love, philtatos

when wisdom brings no profit
to be wise is to suffer

the proud will be humbled
and the humble will be exalted

quell your arrogance
mitotic spindle

my name means glory to the father
and i am the prodigal son

all is equal in the chaotic omniscience
of mitosis, of death, of entropy, of war

we? we are indivisible.