morphology

next to the green field
and the
side of beef
i dwell, citizen
of the deceased estate, longer than
a dream shadow
snatched for
white wash, and canvas desperate love
like a song filtered through the muslin of
eyes
the shock of love lost moves
like a hand dealing
cards
blows to
the head
the tomb stone rips up to the daisy sky
and avalanches of graves
follow the
heart as it
reasons itself to the
carbon map of
dry bone
and ash velvety
as the newest skin