cicadas swarm and gather to interpret the clay maiden’s silence
Tag: monostich
every feather cast out into the wilds is a map to a god exiled
fragments of unfinished people carried by the cold spring tide
bees hover patiently as each petal unfurls into a secret revealed
a deer leaps across the ravine remembers death and transforms into a mayfly
they brand us heretics by color of skin and for the joy of dancing in the rain
echoes incite flame throated bats to birth a new heresy
phantoms gather in spectral fields to prune unripe omens
the librarian burns her name in a weekly ritual and wades through bloodlike fog
limbs grow alien spines and his pen begs for silence by breaking its nip
