[church; Squire, General, Shallow Madame Daughter Of Our Ancestry] Poem by Aaron Eliad

church; squire, general, shallow madame daughter of our ancestry
sing chapters flown on palm trees of our memories;
not incomplete. sourly dormant incubated in chambers
of a great glass tower.
and those will never feel
the love from the daughters'
daguerrotype stethoscope peninsula. then the love
is the daughters way. we have decayed
if come to confess the cold blood marching in
a great glass tower founded in her honor.
through dimentia of space and time colossus,
we grow pegasus wings of shattered matter,
Darwinian theory, collateral uvula kincaid umbrellas
loose to steppenwolf child raphael; tired, poor, hungry,
semenary walking, sulking ceramic vampire bats to swing at.
fill through with kashmir and gelatin ermine lambs
riding, lancing, dancing to atomic clocks. We sit by the palace
where gods have eaten, and act like they took something.
Enough for sleep, it would be terrific. It would
terrify an apostles body, and build frankincense architectures
in the eyes. such is the season hearing
traffic fail behind all words. flame's fictions
desired yarn threads tugging the heads of the general's
men; mark this renewal reminding them not to suffer
for the daughter, not suffering for themselves
reclusing. Hour nations too young presenting. they took nothing.