Beaten
down into
the
claret-boned bad
having
no need of ideology
But
needing bread
to
sop the exhausted
blood
of processional wine
The
unexempted air
escapes
the foetid vents
and
reaches for exposure
If
that is what it calls
to
play from a livid body
the
sky will give it embrasure
And
science will fade
above
the redacted weir
left
to carrion's weather eye.
terrific imagery!
ReplyDeletecarrion's weather eye. YES i love it!
ReplyDeleteThe sky will give it an embrace?
ReplyDeletethat is an option Rob but I prefer the word Embrasure as it ties in with the previous imagery.
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