The top has been struck by lightning twice; it is on fire with flame and the sound of their scream reaching out to touch her I feel the sense of urgency growing like a knot in the ground at the baby’s howling: there’s a feeling you’re supposed to have when you know you’re being wrong;… Continue reading the tower (falls)
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the tower (the beggar)
The void became the beggar’s bowl I’m holding for a body left bloody on the parapet while I’m left howling: “Fool!” For who’s the fool but I left ascribing blame on behalf of those and God became as absent as the salve I have to soothe my aching heart; when loneliness proclaims the evitable demand… Continue reading the tower (the beggar)
the tower (the news)
Some days no one else lives in the tower, while on yet other days it’s brimming over with parading cavalcades of visitors; inhabitants who would rather knock the walls searching for news than hear melodic and refrain the remnant of what’s gone; it confuses them and her– they know she likes to tell them stories–… Continue reading the tower (the news)
the tower (ashes)
I am waking up again to the sound of silences remaining in the stead of your arriving to abate me what is left now you are gone– I could weigh the presences I’m mourning and place against the flesh that is protesting at the length of days a talisman accounting for the pain; for shame… Continue reading the tower (ashes)