Nothing under the soul's weary weather All heavenslight after the plumed owls' hoo And starry cries stoppered above the trees' stir In the rumored dusk dust the dark leaf told, 5 Spendthrift and windfall in night's clear silence, Pours roaring down from the light-crafted clouds To drown my nickering wicked ways and proud. Hooded and hooved altogether now And all my mazy footsteps arrow-trod 10 Beyond yawning dawn, unknown, alone I awake and break the milky veils--- I tear all my swagged bag of guilts and courages To scrawl this crippled, page-black shread And cock-eye again with memorial warmth 15 My burning youth under day's bald ray. I spent my whole of love on a half Ragtag child's green and runaway, grave-going Hand I held, who withers and lives In the roaring tread of the wild weather 20 Blown from the breakneck of my winters' steps--- And the dead trumpet air of the child's clover days Is a thorned, horned blossom in a grassy waste Where all the forgotten weathers come together And flood my flashing eyes to be mourned.
From the collection "Divine Revolt"
Written by Gregg Glory [Gregg G. Brown]
More information available on gregglory.com.