Horses Through the Hair

Falling off in faces

Turning

Bright as the umbilical 

Detachment of all things

Cerebral

 

An inquiry made

Bottles of wine 

Clattering the wall

 

Angels in their glassy womb

Whispering ghosts

Stirring

Liquid in a brick red bar

An elderberry body

Ancient as night

 

I try pastel 

Oblivion

Places where we learned to weep

Listening carefully

As orphans give such little but eyes away

 

Now the hands 

Cold with life

Simple 

Shaded where too much

Noise and sun persist

 

The gallop of reason

Saddled in eternal countenance

Unaware of the coming corral

 

I heed all from questions 

Again

Falling off in cups of spaces

Onto a forgotten porch

Stopping in diems to note

Without pain

We may never

Speak with legs

Again