uknown act

ice
in my soul.

buried
under snow

silence

flowers

night
clear
without end

dying
moon
tells you
everything
you need
to know now

blade

blade
against flesh
of melody
melody
of moon

once fertilized fields

now
it gives light
to the bodies
scattered
from one
tree to
another tree

roots visible
wrapped with arms
severed at shoulder

send soldiers
with spades
to flatten
soil & skin

death's dance
labor
too tired
to tell
how heart
went

grotesque grandeur
of small
men
body

shoe
lace(s)
noose
of wheel
within

wheel axes
bent beyond
transport

to tell
old town
how it had
fallen

bricks
being
totem
talisman
for ongoing

going on
go further

final

dark stars
concealed in corner
of cellar
return

return again
to build

or to bury

or to forget

walls washed
in flesh

words
consume words

i will be
crude

tell you time
stopped then
has not
moved minute
since
silence

stalks
you
down
stairs

stalks
without sight

eyeless

perfectly
precise

beloved
I sing
to you:
under red sheets

words
another means
to weep

trace
silence in darkness

beloved
by the
bodies
by the
bodies

frozen
flesh

waves of storm
will not part

bodies
will not balance

I tremble
tremble

weeds

worms

bodies
become less
than ice

we will be
each other's grave
where life
hidden
bite
stone

breathe
death beloved

sing

sing to me

sing
how we were

sing
how we were
separated

breathe me
see sea

breathe
haunted
bird

breathe
blade

breathe
beads
& string
hang

hang

hang
from
high
beam

beam
completely covered
in crows
dead
&
living

Christopher Barnet

Christopher Barnet

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