new poem: document of a slingshot trajectory for Icarus

document of a slingshot trajectory for Icarus


shadows rest

not

but seek their will in corners
where they can gain toeholds
and spread cold seditions
the better to unmake
all good things

a time for all things
to every purpose
under heaven

including hell

where the bells do not ring
they spit venom
through crooked teeth
and steal our belief
in a place to rest
where the shadows
cannot find us
blind us
bind us
to a fate
invoking death


William F. DeVault. all rights reserved.