Once manservant and now no king Since she the served and sweeping blast Has hurdled death's ribbed gates again, slipped past The soft portals opening and entered 5 The severed countries of the twanging grass. All ants and minotaurs, and each graved thing Is of its wicked pulse ice emperor Under green stars flying backwards and the foreshortened blast Of horse-headed winds that neigh each eye shut 10 Loping its crooked trot to dark. Once queen in the skyey seconds of my breath With no pale maids attending, and now A girl with a hollow where her breasts had been I crawl into the hours of my grief, and lie 15 In the rose lacquer of her lying-down breath. Once haunted god by the ramshackle barn Caved in centuries of twilight and worsted rust I rummage the windings of this moment's moss Bite the sands of our last hidden kiss 20 And breathe all ways at once your lost breath.
From the collection "Unimagined Things"
Written by Gregg Glory [Gregg G. Brown]
More information available on gregglory.com.