FENCES

Clay turned concrete for the dirt to soften

And the walls are high but the tide is infinite,

A winter so long and the soul is lurking

And the sun is boiling the preacher’s church,

Mongers of the soul, the shameless vultures

I rolled up my sleeves for the fence to rise,

Fled the light, rolled the dice atop dead mice

To wear the gown of a mourner that wanders,

My yard is hell for the fallacious pilgrims

My wrath is hollow and the abyss is ablaze,

Yet my earth is fertile as the clouds that hang

And its showers befell me when the soil grows parched.

 

 

I was found in between my wooden fences

Wooden they are, but the cedar is his,

Between arms warmer than those so maternal

Burned to a cider, he lit the match, and I did the honor,

For what is a fence if the wood grows wary?

When vanity poisons the grass and the hills turn scary,

What is a fence when my neighbor dances to the echoes of solitude?

And I must nail my fears to the ground we walk, then soar as a painless fairy.

 

 

Incarceration-free, a feather carried by the whistling wind

There, we hear the echoes of ancient talk of prudent folk,

His fountains nourish the roots of my soul with grace

Its waters glitter, casting a shadow of the immortal face,

I leave behind my tales of loss in my corridors of fear

I turn my past to ash and the asylum apart, I tear,

I soar high and cast a gaze of concern, then I yearn

The fences have grown higher for judgement to adjourn.

Reviews

[Ern M. Yoshimoto]

your style is impeccable as always. i was carried with the rhythm and the flow.
it was a very commadning voice. there is something awesome about this, like being in the presence of a god. the personification of a country is a very clever idea - how many stories he must have. and the wounds that he sufferred, as well as the grace he has been bestowed. reading this made me feel very small, as if i am just one of millions of children whose short life is but a speck. yet, as a drop of water in the bucket, i am part of something much bigger. as history unfolds before our eyes i feel a sense duty on my shoulders.