An Earthen Dream - Poem by Sean Godley
graven lengths of nail will grow to harrow
anyone who sneers at their neglect
to burn a gash into the failing gale;
it salvaged waves to make a rippling cure,
but not the force that makes the day turn dark,
and not that wisdom in the roaming night.
if we could tilt the turning of the earth
to cause a trembling; there within its quiver
wailing waterfalls could counquer dust.
flesh that melts from maggots at this marrow,
sensing a november air, infects
its incandescent body; causing joy.
it wrinkles what had once been sheer and pure,
and siphons air to stars within the spark
that silences the birdsong and the trees.
we’d stop this breeding of the cancer-mirth;
shake blue bones into an earthen dream,
but for the wintry pull of timeless grey.
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