Friday, February 27, 2015

Change Becomes Us

Change Becomes Us




The blackbirds increase
while the doves softly dwindle
year by year.
The sea is less a brine
than an acid.
A fatal heat sprouts seeds
remembering
a ten thousand years' gone sun.
The Great Construct is shaking

faltering
transforming
as the plague ship
brings out its black sail.
Change becomes us, as change
becomes stasis, the ever-
fluctuating constant in
an insoluble set.

In the soundless hour
before curry-clouded dawn,
the sky is reshaped
by an unfortunate light.

It seems foolish to write of love
of the past
of the breath that fell
from stars to earth
while we are bound
to an irrational god
who asks us to eat chaos
and shit sanity.




~February 2015








Photo: Blackbirds, copyright joyannjones 2014

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