“History”

you had us hurt,
in wonderment.
an astonished
palm cuts itself
on coarse bark,
beside a tall
carved boulder.

he thought, groves
to forgotten things,
names with absent
meanings – here,
I could sit and think.

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“Uesugi”

 

Break us, bring your life to bear.
Be a new foe, rise up against me.
Fall and all is mine. You did. I wept.

You muttered your life’s glory
over small alcoholic cups.

“Thalassocracy “

Watered fading histories,
misted failings,
forgotten pasts and worlds
laughing shrinking names
shirking foreign shores
where Bran’ll pass his time
all wrong and stagnant,
burning his way
through the blurred
edge of stories,
from elven islands
of hosted royalty
to darkened shores
of emerald islands,
and the fading skeletons
landing there.

“Indifferent Isles”

these shores have met many ships,
bearing men and women of all walks:
the soldier weighted with metal-memory,
the farmer fleeing continental conflict,
the cross-men clasping golden idols,
the reaver in his longship laden,
the roman with her pointed spear:
Gods have died on these shores,
alongside the celt and the saxon,
the angle, and the norman; all swept
by wind through the broken trees
back to the coasts that once welcomed
indifferently.

“Forested Arms”

through bark and bough
bursting, demanding
light speckled leaves
fast-growing saxifrage
garlands gladly given,
hoisted around shoulders
which once bore rifle stocks
blooms keep blood at bay,
pressed into wounds
hereto unnoticed; trees
older than bullets break,
blasting splinters through air
cutting flowers and faces

he stops and drops his gun,
propped against a dying oak,
then walks, bloodstained
boots crunching leaves,
into forested arms.

“Fingertip Tapped”

I tapped you with a fingertip –
ink burned
up through my veins,
following village maps
historical genealogies
and scar tissue,
settling at my shoulders
bursting with black blooms,
petals fell down my spine
composting nerves and muscles
building feathered stems,
slowly, brightly, blackly
bursting inky quills
stolen from aged ravens,
used to dress the faces
of the pretty ugly,
where scars burst into flowers
demanding flesh and meat
instead of sun and soil.