Friday, March 18, 2022

The Altar

Vases of vinegar make the flowers wilt and moan

meanwhile the honey makes the bees not roam

Best to catch the train before the sun goes down

I'll be on the line, riding out of town

Shake your structure, fuss and falter

lay the wilted flowers down at the altar


Incense meant that the smoke was rising

underwater where the fish aren't biting

Westward expansion and colonization

decimated the beautiful Indian nations

stirrup that boot firmly and pull the halter

pull that wild horse next to the altar


Laying with the stones and twigs hands folded

heartbeat like butterfly wings with bullets loaded

Sit up straight and paste the collage down

spin the globe with one finger, around and around

drinking wine with the dining satyr

you best move your party off the altar