Black metal feather

Ashes of the fallen judgement
twine the edge of broken glass
and feathers for the mourning water
and feathers for the mourning water

Who asks of the time and steel
city road unheeded, sprawl of the dead
Omens in bone and skin and steam
rising with the seagulls crying, crying

The curse of normalacy
changing with the cloud and storm
Grey and black water for the cold stone heart
Open wound in her eyes, blood for the screen

A voice in the sound and beat of nothing
Information waves me from tomorrows beating
Heart of time, the crest of fallen grasses
Tombs for her obedient posturing ego
Impressions for the stupid and vain concrete

Glances through blackened chain
and the judge apon your throne
This blue pearl never falls
on her road of empty watching thought

Above the open white sky
Forgotten kings and eyes of starlight
House of the ghost
Mother of milk and blood
Mother of milk and blood

wood

Diamond roads

Imagination is forever
she said
in a luminous body
unbounded by sight,sound or form
Mountain cliff and rocks
above the river
cradled the iron cave
Its from there she came
a fury broken by none
with silent wings of light
beating in the dust and fog
beating in the warmth of this white star
by amber yellow leaves
by a singing whistle of wind
she came
and like a fire over water
like the brittle crack of a stick
the rushing ancient animal
of old woman, of old river, of old dirt
groaned to be touched
to surround the one who loved her
to be it all
from the pale light
of her forever breath

and in the morning she was gone