death day



gloom becomes

inkier

blackcurrant

deeper


dusk warblers

salute the passing

of shapes, perished

outlines -


this soluble day


that inch of edges

buries all, chlorophyll

whisperers, root to

anchor quieten


silhouetted traders

unwrap cinders,

charcoal nocturne’s

its gazing


sea-slowed-muffle,

daylight shrugs off

from lichen liked

boughs


an entirety of sleep

wades thru’  the

shadow molested

grasses


inked air

deepness into

every thorough

window


stars, pinched irises

of chrome-width yet

on full glint, such far-

away sparkles hint-


someone is watching

makes the heart glow

better, knowing, cold

is achieving its collars


a sleek glove of knives

patrols sliding thru’ wind-

whipped-convulsing-fingers,

leaf shiver and muse-


about the near rust that is coming


the plough is left awkward-

elbowed for dew to confess

oxides to fasten, wet and sturdy

for morning


steeples about repeat their

vanish, a raven’s wing

crosses the land where

scarce pheasants scarper


and the mind's

rubble vacates

and

replenishes


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