under the scrUliny of god
LOuches the crusade mind
tied LO the west
by the womanly cross in a man.
History basks in the late-day light
as I visit you in chains
rolling small stones
like lost promises
through raw fingers
bit by the tendon crawl
of infant moments
carefully watched by earlier oaths
wet in your birth spoon
which like a silver rod
inside your head
weds time's defiance
to the best caress
your love could give me
within the portal shape of man.
When you were dipped in triple green
and chased from mind
LO the ensign god
I joined time
for my soul's sake
and wrote my epitaph
at worm-rate
for the stone that waits
the dying women
and their sons
certain that the curve of space
allows a certain father fame
LO deny the truth of atomic bits
SLOne-clear in his heart.
