September 3

September 3

Sweet forgetfulness! How you always come round again

A green laced child in frothy clothes, inflammable

As he pulls berries from the Masters shrubs

His teeth bared in the allspice morning

Sharp as Benjamins wolves

Lissome as the white of creek foam

Who does not remember

The poison within the inky orbs

Pushes them through glade lips

This fallow sail who has sailed in every ship

Unforgiven saint, a bead on every drift.

Teeth bared

 sister mercy announces a silent parade

Her gargoyle form crouched high above

Their thinly haloed heads

Awaiting the right moment to leave them. Flying away

Their shrieks rise around her

Holding up her heavy wings with black legged anguish