eat of my flesh

flown the wind gone grain
dust grape
spider dew web
spun long with a prick of leaf stuck
in the Moon’s eye corner, time time
waits for Autumn’s crisp
departure
slow into the quick of snow

beneath the Summer lathe
wrung dry
drum-skin beard of night sleeps
the green fuse
kiss of light, life life
beats indefatigable glowing growth
lapping waves from Eden’s heath
break the shore

whisker of rebirth
tweaking Death’s red nose rubbing
the skeleton Earth meat
on the cross teeth speak jaws
of kingdoms
won and lost it’s all here
now, now

and the scryer’s fingers probe

© Emerys Watchel, 2018 All rights reserved.

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