The Concordis
The United light over
the water
which you drown under.
The shadows dissipated
for the aggravated
that long since evaporated.
The child of fascination
trapped in condemnation
was the assassination.
The crying shout
so small, so stout
that never burned out.
The body that traveled,
like the wolf marveled,
could not be startled.
The dying light at spare
cutting out the air
will always be there.
(2014)
