veiled whispers reversed
Putti lobotomized
trees wither
language crumbles
and
disintigrates
beware straight black lines
she said
and listen
carefully
to the poetry
of clouds
birds fly upside down
through the smudged charcoal
of falling ash
Time cracks open
fragmenting
silence
a mad man
now wears the crown
oh say,
don't you hear
the old gods
laughing?