Skulls nestle in trees
ivories picked clean
onyx orbs ruminate
d'rangement those first refugees
as blood burned the leaves
white fear killed roots
at base of Poplar tree
       throughout centuries
                   *
How to stir rememb'rance
post lips' lase

black eyes
lieu of soapbox dance

                  in hang-again current

                  *

must we whisper
in dark niches
at the edge of a flat earth
or do we break our trembles
into the fist of aftermath?
                  *
Guardian Crow

rattles and kahs

law of nature opines

after eons of time

'cause - effect'