Autumn Division (1/18/2015)
a house of churches: banners of lament
built of pills, blood, love and cement
flags at half-mast, although
good intentions never fall
reaper-kind, what good we sow.
roads that spiral inward
shattered like glass
rewrote like victor's history
great minds losing likeness
drawn up into a mystery.
bridges burnt at sunrise
our compass, an impasse.
meeting's on sundays
the foundation of a sorry scene
death, we've found, is innocence
that night we buried it in gasoline.
