I tasted the scarlet stripes my heart spat up.
Like apple-skins
dawning brighter than blood.
Like some messenger of old
January.
Deity heels up; but I have fallen
to no spruce field, nor waking space.
Stolen from sunlight and plaindream-
I thought, but I know. It hurts, but it’s
real. And sometimes when life is broken,
it can be
broken again.

(Love can be
unburied,
always stay
bruised)

Shit is all the continents drowning in my ash
and sorry is the ocean
because it exists at all, and
the sky booms thunder
as it tries to reconcile death
with light to make every death shine.

Love can be unburied
by the sole of a past
and the saddest part of God
is that He never cared.
Receiving as dust built it.
Love
to be undone.
So it goes
it goes
it goes before and on.

(Love can be unburied
save the forest
kill the trees
save the forest
kill the trees)