31 December 2017

the birds
they are a
and the sun
it is a setting
slow across and
into the lowly
do not despair
the time lost
do not despair
the imperfections
of our attempts
the world slides
past beneath a
reluctant sky
these are mountains
that we’ve built
a gaucherie
in envy of the ruins
left for us
misled assayers
dreaming back
to a former glory
these are mountains
of nothing
we are an
not fit for this place

the ropes are coarse
thistly upon thy