Tag: monostich

in time the reckoning of limbs in time

small steps into the azure pool where the dark matter lies dormant

every last drop of my muse well spent well raged

summer noon i’ve come to terms now that my muse is dead

lime green butterfly resuscitates the lifeless soil bed

summer noon the stillness in the garden crushed our souls

the stench of flesh abhorrent consumed the ways of the wild

the trees uproot and the creatures crawl into hiding as if we were death incarnate

silence and then the screams of machinery battering the dirt

after the rain the bellows of the forest rising in steam