it was sailing unknown rivers
for unspoken ocean
sirens to our ghosts
delivered strong souls
unto weak incarnations
(blood on the rocks of the shoals
of cosmic eddies)
they jailed the innocent
exalted the guilty
all for the turning
all to pull the heart
to protest
to bring back
the holy of holies
to sunken pavement
abandoned streets
lives carved by their own limbs
from mahogany and ash
Tuesday, May 16, 2017
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