Tongue to teeth equates unquivered
arrow set in lover's heart, ratted
fletching--in this instance--makes
marks easier to hone from
the unwalkable distance of mind
that separates warring tyrants
of multitrope ancestry.
Southern crossed stars
of ancestral homeland beckons
the reprogrammed to the comforts
of false Edens prophesized
by those who have not indulged
themselves wholly in
another gardeners orchard.
The fruit as ripe but
trees half as old tapped
for their sweet sap
then razed by their oathspoken
steward with a two faced
grin, recollecting with giddy
self-importance the day she stood
with Nero
watching what was but a
whisper suckled
by shewolf,
glowchar and crackle.
To embers, man's dream of
ordered Nature and paved
inroads to sonnets of
self-important desire.
