Windowless glass

an upturned mask,

an everglade fortress,

horse kiss, binned pride,

the hole we walked inside

is bleeding the blackest blue

and it's all for you, this black

daisy love, sent by doves!

a head without its body,

back-flipped spirit,

tied, baby who cried,

under every sunken hand

in the everglade fortress,

we see lies, and they feel

like knives, but what comes next,

past the ripening and the aging

in the fruitless fortress,

the “happy” everglades?