BODY IS TRUE

BODY IS TRUE

we are that
demiurgic cabal

left alone,
together

under the heavy
expanse of the

empty, eyewateringly
blue sky, jostling

each other aside
to claim our turn to

press our fingers
into the cold, dead

clay, willing it
to be anything,

anything but
meaningless and

inert.

FLASH

FLASH

week and so

sept able—suck

you land—if

lawed—pear said

an drams, brew

said, clay aimed.

laughed on tushed,

lift on fail'd,

massed knightly, morn

and, mist—on

ray play said,

on ray play

said.