Moongoblin

After all of this we stand facing at the base of ancient brick. Hardly can we breathe or dare to move with our clenching parts, cowering like rabbits. We've hungered for that taste which lingers, that we exchanged for blindness and lack of feeling. But for whatever else remains the silence, burrowing into flesh and bone like soft earth.

the swan sheds shady featherwhisps shameful with clinging dust like orphans on the pinstriped coatsleeves of a preoccupied dividend like blueberries stick to palms and mother's good silk when grasped by small fingers long neck arching rising serpentine to twine 'round wrists of genesis and propel them from a fool's garden white as the banner waving ship wings of Spaniards crossing turquoise oceans lily-white to cleanse the land until it sparkled black webbed toes brush the water's surface rippling a path in the skin a November ritual, delayed through January clear water reflects snow-opaque sky and line-drawn trees br