Fall Mourn

River of my birth
Cloven hoofed clot of earth
Wind of East, never do swerve
Come combust flame, come now, come burst in chamber

Burn blow bury quench ethereal danger

Slow flow of saliva
Go now to strengthen cause of Godiva
Blackened by gold and tune of the piper
Fleeing fast from Vladivostok to Haifa

Come burn in the night, say eyes of the sniper

How we leave our leaves alone
Stripped down for crown and wooden throne
Ash burns yew, as bark bemoans
Mistletoe markings where fruit should have grown

Force through, flay skin of simian clone

Eyes forced back to black
I for one thank all for lack of strength
Conjunctiva bleeds back into firmament

wood

wood

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