rains


alas the open warm and moist
and misty flight of rain
was more than once to wash the smell and image
from the work of hardened hands
the work of hardened hands in which the many wills are pitted
many souls are willed and moist and limp the sound of death is flung with
clever machination so that man descends the spiral way
and like the draining of an animal
among the world of beasts the sound of crying
slinking darkly off
until the final squeal of death may change its coloring
and its fading light to night

the living supple steeled sinews
muscles glint like mirrors
in these war machines

whose body in the archipelago of seasons
trails off into the harder sea
congealing from rebellious mode
when the warm
the moistener of waves attached
it softens blending with the brine absorbed by fish and water
till its nothing but a tiny pulp
a plip
then a drop remains
if that

that may
in the tree of time be warmed by oceans
tremulant sun and crashing thrashing surf
and fall as ocean rain moving off on journeys cross ascendant dawns
tainted blood red and evil
so when it breezed from sea to over land
and when it fell on vines that through the aged soil ran
its poisoned cut gave fell brew to grape and root
the old labour or the dog that slept beneath it
barely felt the vellum roots a vining up and
around around the sleeping body
its draft of heady opium that kept them deep in dreams
as caged in twinning nets of tendrils so they succumbed
and snapped beneath the surface of the earth
it suckles them with wasting fetid hatred
as their skin sloughs off unto the void
subsumed to microbic armies armed with wrath
they bled into the vines the yeasted perfumes
with that wroth ferment
and to the poisoned cup the brew is poured

warm and moist the flight of rain was
tears from time to time when the poisoned cup which in the open palm
will fall and rattle on deaths floor
with all around eyes warm and moistening far that summer bear
and some will crease with the evil joys of autumn
and some will stare a blank and barren winter solstice
and some will see revival and the cyclic tales of spring
and springs prior spring
trademarks all in their respective season

so war shall find a love
and that love be written to the hide of format
on which we sleep and which we shelter from
the many rains intents