Black Chariot

Hollow heart grieves

For the third decade’s third

From the southern mountain top

To the oven’s last howl

She follows him in dreams

He walked the long road

With an unsolved disease

Found scatters of pewter

Empty son of unknown and drunken

Honored endorsed the written

The boxer loses his match

Mouth bleeds verse

Expiration draws moths near

Praying louder over your own rumble

Last dance has been sung

Spread upon leaves of grass

Fruit eaters of the way

Parting devotional waters

Finding sins in promises

Motions conducted the eagerly pleased

Trees roll down cascading autumn crops

Damaged dreamers climb higher

No steps to support loose footing

Your stones crumble into the sea

Men of cloth scold his activities

Molested last night’s politician

Shank bone departed in the chariot

Left the witnesses behind

Head given under the filthy

Behind velvet ropes pain radiates

Spinal fluid tapped out

Spilled protein leaked down to the eleventh floor

Awakened from sleep

Insects crawl out of his rear canal

Sparrows swallow her plea

Cries fetched no aide

Lonely die in drought

Tears reborn the ocean’s cacti

Mother’s scarlet soil grasps

And desperate fire burns him entirely

© 2007 David Greg Harth

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