Poem 1982 (3)

Flame song

 

Voice
unleash your flame song
burn through any gloomy heads
or hearts
their throttled beats
spooked by heavy-handed sound
deformed
in these new-spun days
after loss of set
and series
say never shout
nor grate in your bond
from severity

Voice
chime quickly on this pulse
until you are wrung dry
ringed in black earth
by empty skulls
that sombre structure
sequenced
with numbers writ
before such things were heard
or your soul took wing
soon as a tail could twitch
you’ll be stretched
between those flames.

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